valentines 2007


we were dressed to visit friends
the plans failed and it’s now dinner for two
just me and you
softly talking and making plans
woman and man plans
feeling oddly ancient but spry
glimmer in the eye 
love is so much more 
than we ever can define
quiet peace by fire place
as rumors of the pending storm swirl
the cardinal couple 
not natural to our winter 
just outside the kitchen window
do they wonder from 
whence come the seeds 
we wonder if they do
me and you as we sip coffee
in the chilly house we try to heat
with a stove too small to warm it all
our flame must flourish
with kindling and tending vents and ash
against rough weather
we convert cast iron to our sun
about which we revolve 
on occasion in mute appreciation
each piece of wood handled five times
from stack to barrow to cellar to canvas
we move our woodcutter’s tree 
until we feed the orange glow
and so it goes
our life’s flame fed
many steps and colder nights
there will be in our winter
it may one day be all we can abide
one piece of wood at a time
a little heat
silent 
sweet









we were dressed to visit friends
the plans failed and it’s now dinner for two
just me and you
softly talking and making plans
woman and man plans
feeling oddly ancient but spry
glimmer in the eye 
love is so much more 
than we ever can define
quiet peace by fire place
as rumors of the pending storm swirl
the cardinal couple 
not natural to our winter 
just outside the kitchen window
do they wonder from 
whence come the seeds 
we wonder if they do
me and you as we sip coffee
in the chilly house we try to heat
with a stove too small to warm it all
our flame must flourish
with kindling and tending vents and ash
against rough weather
we convert cast iron to our sun
about which we revolve 
on occasion in mute appreciation
each piece of wood handled five times
from stack to barrow to cellar to canvas
we move our woodcutter’s tree 
until we feed the orange glow
and so it goes
our life’s flame fed
many steps and colder nights
there will be in our winter
it may one day be all we can abide
one piece of wood at a time
a little heat
silent 
sweet









Posted: Sat - February 24, 2007 at 01:19 PM          
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