Chill

The checkered quilt

Of the land 

Is frosted cerulean and white

The neighbors

Lit the furnace late 

Our breath dances before us 

We chop the tree

Shoot the arrow 

Eat the stew 

Thaw our extremities 

To stay alive 

This cold taps into a place 

Our ancestors knew and we forgot 

The earth howls 

Its eternal song