a balm for separation
there are lights strung ’round
the tree in my backyard
waiting there for the promised parties
instead, it’s the snow that gathers
where the tree trunks part
as if icing an old injury
a balm for separation
and then you show up
all beauty and warmth
and you see that cold angle
as the joining of lives
only in need of tenderness and time
so it’s left to me
and how I choose to see
the place where our trees
meet