Tweenst death of mind and winter heart,
Tweenst cosmos high and earth laid low,
There seems a space unnavigable,
A season known to none but those apart.

Tweenst death of heart and winter mind,
Tweenst whimsy’s fetch and fatal hearth,
There seems a space of unfathomed worth,
A reason known to none but those of kind.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 1/14/07