Whoa, (pulling on reins)
Good gal, ease up, (comes to stop)
Good goin’, my dark beauty
.(snorts, scrapes ground, stands still)
Far enough, steady girl, rest a beat
We’ll be turning back, (stands unmoving)
Wintah balances on front legs,
Darkness at its end, beginning, still,
It is time to turn, (gently pulls
head to left) looks down moonless trail
Starts ahead, slowly, easy, carrying
Light in saddlebag, as tired darkness,
Dismounted, on solid ground, is left behind—
Now each step inch by inch urges toward light
Winter’s cold rehab through stasis looks ahead
Each step inch by inch getting lighter
Deep darkness changed us, pausing, lets up,
Look inside, we hear from little way, do you feel it?
Yes, yes (we think) we do. (Turning, turning),
new dawn, new light. Right here, just now, turning
