the daylight turn to dusk
again, and again,
through a thick
winter sky.
gray and white
white and gray
for a glimpse of
the full moon in
THIS SKY
finding words to say
i have experienced this
day to daze, impossible
six months of freezing
to an end, spring
new beginning, again
and then once more
of course, i will not
find any more wholesome place
then now living in a moment
comprehending, just a little bit
of peace, a little bit.
cold hands, and fire wood,
coffee cups, scattered on the woodstove
baybees playing, around and on
all that i am, now, and here,
lost in so many moments found
when all meaning becomes
quite clear.
