Just turned in the semester grades. No one failed - hooray!
Now to turn to Christmas.
Here's a wonderful poem by a poet I've just discovered: Steven Leake:
Presence
Across the dark, a robin learns the Winter.
A candle dissolves;
frank and sensuous
Against the extending
light.
The streets remain
illegible with snow.
I travel through you; uncurling
Where weather
decorates the night
And naves of
Christmas pines
Grasp human shadows.
Alone I go, echoing carols
In powdered places.
Echoes that are
glorified.
Prolonged.
Until I find you on the bench
Pressed with our pasts.
A child again.
Tricked and traced by
Memory’s gift.
Lasting. Imprinted.
A proof of the year’s new world.
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