iamidae:

snow along the forest floor gleams where
the light hits it through the evergreens
and in our memories, quick to fade
it seems like the glow of starlit bows
those arcs we have not seen for seasons
there are no footprints in the drifts
but the twins were never that easy to track
and the only sign that they are parted
is howls at a dark moon that grow quieter
bears that choose to slumber through sorrow
the twins chased summer over hillsides
and shot it with shafts of shattered light
the brother moved north, the sister sleeps
and all we have left is the cold winter sun

-16.12.15 [to artemis and apollon]