Another Winter
Another winter
Of caps and jackets and gloves
Reminds me what hands can do
A winter of snow fog clearing
To reveal what I never saw
A winter of wind talking in the junipers
With voices that fill my listening ears
A winter of
Clouds dropping to rest
On the canyon floor
A winter of snow giving shine
To a new light
Another winter
When all the birds depart
And a lone house finch sits on the windowsill
Singing
Maybe I’ll sing a song of my own
So the last days of the year fill
With the two songs of ourselves.
This time of year,
Winter reappears with every cloud.
