Beggars in Midwinter

Every December has a haunting midwinter
Time and tide have waited for no one
Even remembering the evergreen is bitter
Everything dies with a surrendering sun

The earliest and latest of these pleasures to be found:
A kiss grows old, a kiss it waxes cold
If lovers have been lost on this commonest ground
These uncommon kisses will surrender their gold

Lonely friend, I beg of you to let me on my way
In return, do beg of me the same
For blessed have been we beggars when there were no words to say
And blessed is a love too deep to be named

Early in the hours of this sweet homecoming day
Years and months and seasons now are one
I’m telling you I love you so love cannot go away
Even when December days are done

(December 2006)