I would meet…
Upright, armed, encased in armour
I strode out -
though with chain-mail forged of shame and
I would cast aside my weapons,
sword and shield.
All the outer hostile husk that
kept me chilled.
I have seen the dry seeds at long
I have seen the light-green leaves as
Tender life has force with which no
surfacing from earth’s deep heart with
Where I froze in winter wastes dawn
I would meet life’s mighty forcesweaponless.