Winter lines

I've heard so many voices,

saying they wish the snow would go.

In these heartbeats I sighed,

because it didn't come this way, as much.

It was cold,

and gray fell from the air.

This heart longed to be looking at the moon

over a valley of white .

In these small lives of ours we make do

with mercies ,

small.

Under the tiny fire of the night stars,

our hearts content,

because they have to be.

One sentence, those old familiar words.

The sound of your winter voice.

It is enough.