yes there is only

winter came early
but the trees held on to their leaves
and the weather stayed remarkably warm
we only knew it was winter at all
because someone told us
and people gave us knowing looks in the street
you mustn’t grieve the priest said
it would be sinful to grieve
but nonetheless I did
yes there is only me here now

The Winter Garden

I have known the passing of loved ones
and the passing by of one since longed for, 

felt the touch on fingertips
of lips that can be kissed no more;

touched with those same fingertips,
a photograph, a golden ring,

but I have never known a Winter garden
that did not hold the thought of Spring,

’til now.