In the filtered winter light,
There’s no need to hide an eye
Unless one fears what might be seen
Exposed there plain and bold as sky.
And two can wait the warming now.
Don’t pretend you don’t know how.
There are these hands to hold them here
Where ice has settled on the pond.
And warmth enough to keep them now
Until the sweets of summer come.
And two can wait for it to sing.
Don’t say that you don’t know a thing.
And when it comes their toes will curl
Into the weeds and unfurled flags
Announce the shadowed beating thing
That’s hidden in this gray.
Let time push its way in,
Then two might make it stay.
You’re colder than I thought you’d be,
And ride among the blue and gray.
Your winter asks for subtlety,
So send the children off to play.
Two stay to sing when shadows grow
Don’t tell me that it can’t be so.