I return, citylost, and in want of stars
once more above the snowfields--

These winter friends repose and revise:
purity upon me, cleansed like the dying grass of the fields.
I return for the moment Time allowed.
Once more, after concrete-touched skies
spread across my many months
away.

You found me folding up the maps
of my past, and dusting off memories.
Taking my hand, we drive past all of the limits,
Memory and wind directing the car--
Everything glides across the frozen plains.

We serenade only ourselves & the wind,
as the earth rests in her shades of black.

The sky drenches me with speckled light,
Generous winter light,
like a gift left-over from Christmas

Once more
To me,
From you.