Teeth clatter against the cold
We stole all the fire we could ever own
If you’re apprehensive
Please know that I feel you in my bones
If you’re ready to begin trying
We’ll soon be warm enough to fly
This listening is abundant
As a river flowing home
Back on its own trajectory
We shake like melancholy and grapes
Hanging from vines of redolent wisdom
Vineyards define our vision
Like snowy hillsides in autumn
We are those blue skies left to dry
On the tired old clotheslines
Of our most intimate images