May you be warm and have light, candle-
burning and yet
may you be at peace
in the curling dark
listening to stillness but
may you hear the song!
the skies and the earth and every encounter
the rhythms of ice and wind
may they be a sign to you
to hold hope in your heart
the rise and soar
the resolution
it’s the light
flooding everything—
kind yet defiant, treestrong—
pouring into blue, lording over
cold, even now-death, tatters
of overwintering—
everything! from here
basking in glassview
our hothouse growing
what can withstand
(everything!)—fed liquid light
earthtaste of warmth
and wood, green always
within and again always
laughing
I had just drafted this poem when I learned of the death, much too young, of one of my husband’s colleagues. It re-framed this poem, and this sunny day, for me. Wishing you so much kind yet defiant sun, my dear readers and friends.
that time we time-machined it
found hope-lack, forward and back
drawn onward, grit and press (what
could we gain in the rewriting?)
Graceful Press Poetry 