Weather

Look how the weather

rolls across the states

over mountains, rivers and lakes

over trucks on the interstate

and cars in driveways

rolling over plans

no after school tutoring

no evening book club

no pub group with the new

strawberry beer and brats

Honey, come beneath the covers

Warm me with your breath

and cover me in dreams

for all the long winter

Fill my desire with pumpkin pie

and hot rum toddies

Fill my days with longing

for the short winter nights

My memory of springs, summers

and autumns buried beneath

the frozen tundra

My hands in unceasing motion

with the need to keep warm

The trance of the indoors

before the fireplace, hot cocoa

laced with liqueur, my hair

laced with your scent, like

cinnamon on dry desert skin

like acquiescence to a quest

noble with vows of freedom

for those enslaved by talk

of majesty’s return

to crown our forgotten reveries

entangled hopes and words

skimming the tips

of tongues

Unleashed in the white snow

and brittle ice

a billowing of sirens

on an Olympian outing

spit from the mouth of Jove

Janus holds the key, unsharing

Sirens dancing on one leg

lifting our faces skyward

snowmelt on frozen skin

anamnesis fragmented

chimera clothed in ether

It is futile to try to remember

It is futile to try to forget

It is futile in the grip of winter

But it is promised

Spring, summer and autumn will

come again

and all will be

restored