expressions on his raw lips tell
me we are close. leaves are
letting go of sleeping branches.
tomorrow will be shorter than
today. we have stacked our
wood high for our coldest hour
even for dogs. i have saved him
something pretty. silent nights
share their blessings. his aroma
will fill my senses. i feast on his
harvest for i have no seed or
rain. simple truth is more
beautiful than a heart of gold. i
have stolen from both. kissed
until my tongue dripped blood
on a bed of straw. no season has
been a sacrifice. we will be
snowflakes piled deep. lucky to
be going nowhere anytime soon.
i want to meet a black bear.
cover him with lambs wool.
voodoo cannot find us. lotus
and wild horses wait to greet
us. we know to rest bones,
grow strong again. he will have
a garden to sow. my hands
will carry his bag of seed. for
every season is free love.