Fireseed
Hardly asleep when the dawn comes,
unyielding in bare, grey light,
I rise reluctantly.
The cold seizes my bones,
outside the blurred shape of cattle wait,
heavy in their dependency.
The shadowy kitchen shows me
cold stone floor and I search
for the one glowing sod of turf
buried deep in the grey ash.
The incandescent seed
which survived the frozen night.
Invincible element of fire,
bursting into nourishment of flame.