Reborn Again

All across the land echoes a brand new morn
I am reborn in you, I am reborn
A frosted hand in glove, though weather-worn
thaws, graven with signs of how I’ve grown

I am reborn in you, I am reborn
the lake lies golden under winter’s crown
then thaws, graven with signs of how I’ve grown
a mirrored ice-rink glass I dance upon

The lake lies golden under winter’s crown
a honeyed moon blesses the horizon 
a mirrored ice-rink glass I dance upon
hand in hand in love, never alone

A honeyed moon blesses the horizon
a frosted hand in glove, though weather-worn
walks hand in hand in love, never alone:
all across the land echoes a brand new morn.

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This is what happens when I take a break: I get woken up at dawn by a pantoum. Which is exactly the sort of thing I want to happen when my mind is on holiday 🙂 Sharing with earthweal.

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  1. So many wonderful lines to choose from. These lines are lovely:-
    “A honeyed moon blesses the horizon
    a frosted hand in glove, though weather-worn”
    Amazing poem, Ingrid.

  2. This plays nicely on the paradox of cold winter and warm rebirth, finding joy — even resurrection — in the moment’s embrace (back in the Lake District?) and supping well on it.

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