A poem about the shape of time; a year.
Your day is endless. Conversation rests in dreaming nights.
The unexpected grief of sudden rainfall. Growing shadows.
All eyes turn to your glory. Stars burn the night.
The worn path on cooling earth. Plotting futures.
A loud, drunken leader. Work falls away; care is free.
Rest, relief and wanting. Your growing soul.
A tale you told me. The half remembered song.
A pencil drawing of mortality. Your double sided hope.
The turning wake of months. My escape from death.
Love’s birth; pregnant and swollen. A fierce freedom.
My warmth makes beauty. Your revolutionary beginning.
The full table and an open gate. Hope surrounds us.