Winter

by Lorna Crozier

Wolves

Water

Dividing Lines

Who Watches Over You

Winter

Water knows before you do
the coming of winter.
It starts to cool, hugs itself,
holds its breath. Feels
each cell turning crystal
as a larvae feels, under its skin,
the tremor of wings. Water’s
ability to flow over stones
stalls. Like a dancer cursed,
frozen into place, it petrifies,
becomes a fierce, immobile
beauty that breaks.