January Zeal of whipped waves, lift from ocean depth, hurl against jagged cliffs, spouting rainbow mist, higher than the exhale of whales passing by passing like people do, in and out of their lives, once entwined then unraveled silently untethered loved souls roam the black diamond night sharp winds smear moisture on every window drive me into my cave, to hunker in dimness, light candles for those suffering I sing their names like a sparrow calling spring. Wizened oak galls dangle like forgotten ornaments while promises push out of pewter branches the sheer density of these short days, catches my breath, no time for grum countenance as bright faces of oxalis claim their chartreuse turf I keep walking the muddy trail, claiming my own heart, ablaze and expanded like clouds of crimson a flash of magenta in a vanishing sky.
