The stars are out tonight bronzed in the cold clear sky
there’s the ox tugging at the plough stuck stiff
a sleight of hand each dot still
from a spinning top

seems as if the north star wanders
round and round in a routine motion
are we the only bridge twixt
stubborn resolve and fluid revolution

a deep red flicker in the hedgerow
catches an advent door opening out
from midwinter - a hare arks and darts
to the wood

ears set back streamlined  
silhouette of dwarf penny
farthing rushing-on

majestic in moonlight