a wish for all of you, on this day...

un amore lacrimoso con semi abbandonati, volendo

do you shed tears

do you tear time

do you ground life

from each calendar past

do you swing

chance to chance

twisting thought and missives

into hand to hand combat

of perception and feel

as Winter begins

in the northern forests

and another year ends

with garland in rivers

the wrung weight

of doors ask why  

we have hinges and bells

why we string hollows

and not remember them

in the songs we hum

or whistle perhaps

when we are in the kitchen

readying a cup of tea or coffee

or somewhere aloft

curling our legs under our laps

ready to read a book

with its dust jacket

and dog ears

every portal key 

knows our laugh 

despite never listening

music and art is why

we strive day to day

why we stand for hours

listening to the bare arms

of sentinel trees making off

with the sky in overtures

of scratches and bough creaks  

fire says life is alive

is the hearth nearby

the chirp crackled teapot

steaming in hisses

as we kiss wishes

against the frost

leaned wombs a-listening

we are glistening 

in anticipation

and white veils

for the ways we breathe

when we wail plaintively

for the beauty inside us

to burn bright

when we die for love

when we are willing enough

to have our souls grow

into someone else’s wings

we become the notes

that play beyond the harmonies

we manage to read or write down

in tiny fragmented melodies

in every passage we take

the true north

of our hearts

graces us to where

our eyes and nose have

all the kind pieces

of our humanity

ready to be sewn back

onto deep desire for Spring

ready for roots

for wind and the rain

ready for the other side

of the cry of glass, again

EJR ©