Poem of the Month

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.

Tina Baker