For all the garden birds now grounded 
and poorly sheltered through the blizzard
strength extends to sleep. 
     Why wake to more of the same? 
          No; wake to blue skies or not at all.
     All the flames- ritual, beacon, celebration-
sleep so still. When all is ash 
do embers not fade to die?

     Love, it needs no great faith to live again
          the instant a new spark catches.