Invocation

Frost-bearded I come on the night when the wolves run together.
Iced breath on hollow hair,
light-refracting whitness in my eyes.
Oh, soft chewed sinew
my hand guide your needle—guide me
arrow straight tonight.
Let your muscle memory make silence of the air.
Let them never hear
my footsteps on the fragile snow.

Bright Moon, you look down on us all tonight.
You shine,
reverse iris of the sky,
more brightly now.
The path I walk rises up,
branches scratch my skin,
I can see them before me.
In the clearing, muscles tense,
I kneel.