Reaching Past Winter

Day is Done

I broke the candid will
flowering on the edge
in a clay pot on the sill
overlooking this dark ledge

Then silence like a universe,
void in its depth, aching,
overtook us at our worst
All the stems left shaking

A wisp and a whisper
Clouded light diffused
A window on our winter
Warm hearts, disabused

Overwatered by the hand
Under-fed by the eyes
Spirit alone, who cannot stand
A soul, not strong enough to die

Against the cold this glass
holding doom like a favor
pronounces as storms pass
We can find no place safer

No bitter root holds water
No faded leaf, the sun
No wilting flower bothers
to open when day is done