11

swirling grey mists of november
cannot abate
ceaseless joy
in happiness' pursuit

angling sunlight's rays
set fire adrift
into spaces of
unabashed glee

in waiting for frost
to creep across the pane

you are my friend

i have
good friends
warm bed
strong convictions
ancient fears

i give
mixed signals
unconditional love
wild crushes
all of me

you are
tall trees
shining moons
falling leaves
blue skies

you give
last dances
lifting up
the good word
on precious love

you and me
my friend
are all it takes
to give it all
and be

us together
pushing up
pulling forward
tracing laughter
telling stories
getting on

in honor and praise
of broad shoulders
deep laughter
and knowing gazes
you are my friend.