Monday, February 24, 2014

Winter Poem: For Bob

In early morning winter sun
I slide to you on sheets of ice
Brown black golden blue
Everywhere white
Here you open the door
Open wide the field of longing
How good to draw close
Into the gray green scent of promise
Comfort comes in daylight
And eyes wide open
We wrap into a curve
Of breath and body/memory
Under heavy woolen blankets
Feet in socks up to our knees
Giving this (our own) occasion 
A soft place to matter

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