Always My Winter Rose
These long years,
Spanning the inexorable pace of this last decade
I have quested treasure
In the willing world, and found some,
As other seekers have, all
Facing in some startle now
Our own ending time
Considering
What we take with us
As we move beyond the veil.
Love is love, that’s clear, and
We’ll take that vast comfort
Wherever we travel.
Knowing this,
The world smoothes back into
How we go along.
The weather across these long lakes
Where I live now
Is mercurial, but I know how to read it
It’s a barometer I learned
On the plains, as I know you understand, but really,
Isn’t this the way to
Navigate in the world?
If one can’t understand the
Shifting winds, the changing skies, the roiling waters
One trusts the ones who do.
Listening, I write to you and
I wonder when we start returning,
And when the body
Rich and pulsing
Flesh and blood, fears and dreams
Starts to turn to face a brighter light?
Where lies the always-open door
For all we know it’s always there
And it’s only God who knows.
For Gretchen
104 years old this day,
January 25, 2020
I love you with all my heart
Wrexie
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