Wake up the daylight’s fading, and I’m afraid you’ll miss it completely

And you’re too cold to pass up on the world on your face, in your bones for a moment.

And the birds are brave who stay here through and past all the months ending in “ember”

And, do they still wake up in appreciation for the ice collecting on their tailfeathers?

And I hear you speak. I wish I could hear what you’re saying.

And you don’t hear me, even though I’m exclaiming

That I want to be flying with you, and sleeping together through whatever cold weather may come near

But I am here, flapping my arms like a jerk. I wish you could see me.     You’d laugh.

I wait for your call like it would solve all the world’s problems.

The ruling class stands no chance if you’ll only agree to dance.

Please just open up your mouth. Let your voice ring out.

Sing into the clouds. Now turn your body south.

Because our hemisphere allows that the winter’s sun beats down

At an angle that is proud to light up our embracing bodies like nothing else is around.