Tuesday, March 10, 2020
AT THE NEW YEAR
First it was high autumn
on Christmas day,
then a deep cold and snow
for New Year's.
Sometimes the sun is bright
and the wind is quiet.
The birds are at their business,
as they always are.
The light recedes.
In your heart, the darkness
of every remembered sin.
You do not know what the world
intends, nor do you want to.
