I don’t know how to end this work but to say
the paperwhite was right. 

I like your earrings, I said
so she took them off and I wore them home.

Out the door and down the trails before the good snow melts to ice again.

Somewhere in the mess 
a light shines
the message gets through

the beat goes on.

In a chirping mass of swirl and swoop
the waxwings stopped by for dinner.

In a remarkably normal winter way
we wrap the year with snow.

love
wrapped as a baby
come
to walk among us
and show the way
home

The magic of Christmas eve snow falls like sweet grace on my rotten day.