January Midi

Are we about to re-start winter now?

This flirting around with temperatures

Strange winds to acknowledge or 

Account for,

A different odd bareness of the 

Trees and fields

I’ve been watching

On geologic time

Although

I’ve been here before,

These green, verdant winters. 

Later, I know, winter comes again

When the snow flies 

I don’t think about whether

Or not I understand

How spring, 

And as days pass in the slowness

Time acquires

I go along

Carrying with me 

Peace enough, and  

Wondering if I should

Pause 

Into being

This homeostasis,

My own blooming

I think I meant to say 

Myself