Overhead the great cosmic waltz plays,
Orion and The Bear turn a lazy two-step,
hard earth beneath,
A wind that tattoos Scandinavia
But still we rise.
Come for me when the mist falls down,
and I stand unbroken.
Through the ice and the fallen snow.
I come as the Christmas lights switch off
and break out of winter’s frozen arms.
There I stand, amongst my kin and kind,
the first flowers of winter, we welcome spring.
Under the winter skies, where stars shine on,
and that great cosmic waltz takes off again.
Asa Williams
I am a Franco-English PhD student and spoken word poet.