Winter brings tokens of our loss
In flurries of snow, light and numb
As lips touching.
These are our love notes
From the dead,
Blinding the trees.
Sun rusts and the
Full moon dulls to pewter,
Hanging too long above an empty house.
Some days, in the last weak rays of sun,
Eyes closed, I stand at your window
Passing light into your dark,
Lingering at dusk
For whatever night offers,