In bare branch and Holly.
She has arranged for me
A tapestry of berry
As my winter blessing.
The sun sets, revealing moon
Bedded down in marly clouds
Laden with deluge.
I take Winter by the hand
And follow her
Into the very heart
Of her darkness.
The moon is full
And I am unsupervised.
I will not start tomorrow
By taking with me
Yesterday’s broken shards.
Instead I’ll make mosaics
From a myriad of fragments,
Memory and promise
Hope and delusion
And so there may be peace
In every quarter.