Froze by Winter Blast

Froze by winter blast
us could not grip on meat or crust,
our fingers blackened down to all the hand.

and so were fewer count of us
coming into weather, loosened snow,
water falling down around the stones.

Us heard command in that.

Rose again, the light, and rooted things crept out
and greenly took up spots between the snow.
What good there were for us
showed in rings around the moon,
the starrys rustled as they moved.

By roar and rush and smell of brine
us found the sea and stood along.

Sen’s scatter-sticks and wobble-stones
gave command to go by boat
and find by water, home.