I welcome Spring
If but for the passage of time.
Old blood rings through soft sheets of unmade flesh
until new sails fill full with flight.

Put down
a breath beneath the sheltered rock,
spill cold and brackish blood,
seep down and rise
from death, from dark, from rot.

Let fists of roots so clench the earth
that soil and sand do weep new verdant shoots.
Take up the deep and settled sleeping water;
fill your breast, rise up, and part.
Burn on through the gray of winter
and set upon the lap of summer.

Breathe in my bleached and broken bones.
Bathe in the blood of my blood and be renewed.
Grieve not for the form of my past.
Care not for the place I take and
help me shed this mortal burden.
Fill my cup, take my hand,
and walk with me among the stars.

My vigil.