orange rind and spice she says reading my tea you smell like Christmas

If I look up

there is wind shaking

the trees fluttering the

flags and whispering

a direction.

If I look up

yes there you are

I still see you

and there always

a direction.

If I look up

there is heaven

here just beyond the

downward glance

a direction.

this wild unruly wind

would shake me

less if I were

made of song and feathers

or lived among damp

green ferns

but as it is

being made of

bone and blood

this wind has nearly

broken me

each morning

comes creeping a

silent resurrection

and each day we build

our crosses and agonies

until a sigh of darkness

erases both faith and doubt

and we swim in the grace

of being born again
each morning

a sun-silvered

edge of a branch

waving in a wild

wind today caused

me to think of you.

but what does not

(on this day and

many others as well)

cause me to

think of you?

it was not always

perfect not always

easy with us was it?

still I am so grateful

and think of you

always with love

is there a full moon

tonight I wonder

can’t sleep

I keep thinking

about you

about how

three months ago

90 days ago

you left and

I wonder if

you were pulled

by moonlight

guided by

hearts and

hands that

remembered

even as I

am remembering

you tonight

light snow

falling

peacefully

occasionally a

much larger snowflake

will fall halfway

to the ground

but then

catching

a breath
of courage

moves

upward

then

deciding

yes, now

settles

gracefully

I will go out

to walk in this

new snow and

imagine that

I know exactly

where one

snowflake

decided

finally 

to rest