half moon circle dirt and shining

there are only ever circles i recall
summer standing upright still
humming under wind and clouds
and skies and light and underneath
my grin my foolish face a half
moon circle smile i remember
winter losing fingernails
to frozen earth to make myself
a place to live and lie and hide
and rest until i had the strength
to move my hands and pull the earth
back down over half moon humming
over all the dark skies dimming
over melancholy over
nothing then i took a breath
and lightness found me there
are only ever circles i recall
lying empty down there still
on my back and looking
upwards with a twitching rising
half moon full of dirt and shining
all across my foolish face.