In Deepest Winter
Even the Night Sky Freezes
Turning Slightly Blue
Touch a Match to Wood,
Light the Fire and Warm the House
Sparks Fly up the Flue
Cold White Vapor
Paints That Black Night Sky Like the
Memory of Sunlight
In Deepest Winter
Even the Night Sky Freezes
Turning Slightly Blue
Touch a Match to Wood,
Light the Fire and Warm the House
Sparks Fly up the Flue
Cold White Vapor
Paints That Black Night Sky Like the
Memory of Sunlight
The Dust on My Boots
Is Grey and Powdery, As
If Rock Turned to Ash
All That Heat and Noise,
Thrown Out Across a Valley
Now Cooled and Stilled
Three Weeks On and Still
Those Boots Show a Memory
Of Mt. St. Helens
Poppies Bloom Again
Roots Pushed Down Through Earth and Time
Lift Up Memories
Two Years of Driving
This Road In My Mind With You
Tonight Actually There
Shocking Accident,
My Presence Now, And Yours Then,
At The Tree’s Scarred Base
We Both Have Gone On
But Only I Can Return
And Wonder Why…
A November Sun
Paints My Street the Color of
Faded History
Past Peak, Crumbled Leaves
Blow Across Brown Grass Mirroring
All We’ve Lost or Held.