be I
sitting here alone
writing
as the winter sun
blinds then hides
and blinds again
the bright low
merciless light
be I sitting here
as winds
that blow the hands
and brittle fingers be
as I squint
in time
to leafless trees
outside my window
bow and wave to me
ironically
be I sitting here
dreaming of kinder days
when swifts and swallows
swish slice
the azure sky
and I still
sitting be
look out upon
the glistening pasture
regal trees and
heathered mountains
remembering
just remembering
the still slow
slanting sun
the day
when we were
one
