There is a gravitas in slow approach of winter—
Wondering who will come out of great ordeal to come.
What soon will cover the ground will not be cloth,
Not bleached though it scours with frozen hours,
Bends the knee of the strongest to secret prayer.
Waiting in bright sadness of late fall,
It’s easier to find deeper lightness
In the second half of life— a delicate place
Where unfathomable suffering and spacious joy
Co-exist together in intense relationship.
Stay with me tonight as together we quietly
Breathe without asking for breath this night.
In the very instant of advance to extra hour
We’ll share a prayer without knowing
We notice the full experience of either gain or loss.