Season’s Greetings

Here I am again,

the dark would-be-day

folded like midnight around me,

curling into my thoughts like smoke.

I remember when

this time was day time,

and we sat in long-shadowed evenings,

sun-warmed and pensive,

gnat-gnawed, summer days stretched like elastic

to trespass on night’s turf.

Suddenly over stretched,

they snapped back to where winter waited,

stung the season’s hand,

frost biting the fast-fading skin.

Here I am again,

wrapped in season’s greetings,

holding out for spring.