Cold is in my garden Life once lush, turned         black and withered drabble not to bloom again but in the Earth the seeds, encased memory of lushness                        winter coats                        hila jewels. Cold is rest              to sleep                         and float                         and heal hila scars, vestiges             links                        to provenance                        not pain. We do not die             not you             not I our seeds sowed deeply, stored                      lushness,                      love, stored life budding genesis, incarnate                          holding          time          manna          and light. I need no fiery, bloody Phoenix            to remember what we learned We were the best            of what we were                       and all that we could be            continuance and constancy                       memory inviolate abiding and enduring souls. Narrow days in line now bind            unkindly stagnation days that want the hunger            needing dreams that sigh                        in audible expression starving for anticipation            wanting to be waiting            tender tendrils, trusting                         holding fast time manna and light. In this garden I unbolt the double doors Heaven and Earth entwined             indistinguishable                        in hunger, desire                        promise                        belief embraced             time             manna             and light.