More Light
In the mailbox this Winter morning, with the Moon waxing ...
December
Who is this who lays
in a straw-and-light-filled barn?
A child we yet cannot see.
Hope we would yet comprehend.
...everyone on earth
wants the answer to the same question
but none has the language to ask it...
First Snow
. . . the silence is immense . . .
the questions
that have assailed us all day
remain – not a single
answer has been found –
walking out now
into the silence and the light
under the trees
and in the fields,
feels like one.