The Longest Night

Snow fell last night.
Just an inch or few,
enough to cover the dirt
and line the branches until the wind comes.

You stand on the back porch.
looking and not looking.
Feeling more than seeing.
The perfect silence, here

at the winter solstice,
The longest night ahead of you
and then the turning towards light.
You breathe in the cold,

remembering life before love.
She joins you. Only for a moment.
It is too cold for her, but she comes nonetheless,
long enough for a kiss,

A reminder,
like sun on the snow,
that warmth exists
even on the longest night

About this poem.

I often talk about finding love late in life. What a gift it has been. It is not the poem I set out to write, but love has a way of breaking into life, in the best of ways.

The picture was taken off my back porch.

Be well.

Tom