Happiness

The happiness of our time together
was in the quiet hopes that embraced us
and gave the feel of spring to all seasons,
let us look away as true winter came

as I look back through the lens of a drop
of much later dew, pale solstice sunrise,
I see the trembling of our innocence,
hear the notes almost of an infancy

which I do not regret as I cast off 
the veil of the darkness of a great loss
to see myself, to see us as we were,
blooms of a bright time I respect  in rhyme

As I couple now to then it need not
come again, for its quiet is enough



December 20, 2025