Virginia crawls and creeps her cluster
She does not fuss her timeless walls
She works her wilting fingers forward,
flicking dust and clinging all.
Her nimble fingers knitting weaving,
plotting scheming covering all.
Their house is red of flickering leaves,
it weeps and waters over head,
it weeps in red till sun reflects,
until the winter breaks its neck.
The day is dimming, light is skimming
smokes from fires filled, and winning.
Want to start a new beginning,
must be here when spring is near
and brightly bold and newly .springing
with a hey and a ho for a brand new year.