Thursday, January 10, 2013


for Kelly K. Moran

A cold front arrived
in Chicago yesterday,
and life was lulled
into a wintry nap.

I wear the brown scarf
you made for me,
stand in front of
yellow witch-hazel in the snow.

Here I pace the line
between reverence and concern,
thinking how hard it must be
to survive in the cold.

I turn and gather these thoughts
while rubbing my hands together.
The wind shakes the trees
and I must go to you—

There, I will keep you warm . . .
Each day, until the leaves return.

(From the books Collected Poems and Wilderness & Love)

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