What The Lights Said

The string of electric lights that enwrap

The outdoor patio, what once hosted

The routine meet-up, large get-togethers,

And all parties of fond introduction,

Glows softly warm, afloat the chilled, quiet night:

Heating the heart with a long remembrance

Of sweet intimacy new-found in the Spring.

Winter, in your span of growing darkness

Which smothers activity for one long night,

Leaving every bird and flower in flight,

What pleasures do you hold, but the promise

That from frozen soil, once the Sun hath melt

The frost, these petals will drip tears of joy,

And we, locked inside ourselves, will now see

That with another we truly are free.