for Kelly K. Moran
A cold front arrivedin Chicago yesterday,
and life was lulled
into a wintry nap.
I wear the brown scarfyou made for me,
stand in front of
yellow witch-hazel in the snow.
Here I pace the linebetween reverence and concern,
thinking how hard it must be
to survive in the cold.
I turn and gather these thoughtswhile 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)