Lambing snow

How often can you love?
How much?
How high?
How deep?
How long?

Can you keep your heart open against the dark?
Can you shine your shimmering silver into the cracks
of the cancer?

It ‘s time.
It’s snowing white.
Lambing snow.

And you’ll give birth to stars,
to constellations for all time to come.

Your love will burn through the armour
of greed and ignorance of self.

Your love will shine forever.