Winter Song
Again, the cold November wind had swept its
little specks of brown and orange to us
heralding winter’s icy grid, turning green of tree and bush
back to autumn shade, sending all that summer blossom
in our heart had stirred back into the drafty spaces
of the house we had presumed abandoned for good.
Still numbed by warmth of days that seemed eternal
we breathed the air – already carrying next season’s seeds –
and danced to the rhythm that summoned us back home
throwing off the burden of a harvest that started last spring.