Winter’s Orbit by Tina Baker
When winter came they left,
drawn by some horizon on an invisible path,
their deep prints cupping the shadows of the moon,
leaving cavernous messages,
a tracker’s dream.
Above, the stars slow wheeled as land and sky fused,
up was down and down was up,
and the territory curled around
trapping them in winter’s orbit.
Inside infinity they lost their ways
but fear of eternity drove them on
to prise the sky from the land,
to force another dawn.