and let go
as the preacher did say
never too tight or too soon
as beginnings and endings
come and go
in times and tempos
decided by people and forces
that sure as hell ain’t you
enjoy the warmth
the vaguely sanguine scented days
full of arrant errands and behammocked naps
’cause as sure as Persephone loves pomegranates
days of muted ice will come
ashen and lonely
bereft
save forlorn longing for what was
and full of what’s left
a friend, a stranger, a dog,
etcetera