After Cold-

a poem...

After the cold, a lesser cold,
hesitant raindrops came down,
a million whispers to the air,
secrets we never knew we kept,
mysteries to unravel minds
glistening in the shiny dark,

So we traversed benighted winter,
trusted our half-remembered way,
beclouded from all star and moon,
the world a shadow without shape
and every windowlight a beacon
beckoning us toward love and life.