Across the dark, a robin learns the Winter.

A candle dissolves; frank and sensuous

Against the extending light. 

The streets remain illegible with snow.

I travel through you; uncurling

Where weather decorates the night

And naves of Christmas pines

Grasp human shadows.

Alone I go, echoing carols

In powdered places.  Echoes that are glorified.

Prolonged.

Until I find you on the bench

Pressed with our pasts. 

A child again.  Tricked and traced by

Memory�s gift.  Lasting.  Imprinted.

A proof of the year�s new world.