In Verses & Song

The bitter winds of January have flown, and though my heart has always held a soft spot for the winters of my childhood — I'm longing for a gentler spring to come. For warmth, health and time. The following poem was written with time in mind. Specifically, the time we spend with our partner, years spent giving and receiving love. Resplendent Love He stoops to kiss her hand, tender and true in golden light, wispy white hairs dancing. He buttons his sweater against the breeze, autumn’s crisp reminder of time, falling scenes of memories played out through the days of his life beside her — friend, lover, husband, father, teacher, playmate, confidant, caregiver, soothsayer, grandfather — He bends, sits with her on the garden bench. Together they watch the lilies and rhododendrons sway, listen to the buzzing of insects, tinny calls of birdsong. A companionable silence blossoms, in the gleaming courtyard they become lovers again, stitched together by hearts entwined, their devotion bound