Seasons
Sandy feet and orange slices stolen
watching for bees + horseflies between adirondacks
splintered hands, sun-dried docks, watching sunfish sails weave
the pop of a racket and ball and clay
sun clipping treetops end of day
lights winking in the dusk in our cupped hands,
red setter threading through trees
rock tumbled creek below
jacket zipped against the breeze
brambles in the forest break,
journey to that foundation at the top
leaf piles and plaid capes and school bus stops,
ice skates, and snow suits, blue and yellow stripes
hollowed caves in the white drifts,
sled jumps and snow ball fights
ski lifts and icy tails,
Icicles, soaked mittens, warming up to dancing queen
Lengthening days, clearing woods
Our world beneath leaning trees
a frame for storytelling, friendships growing,
sweeping up the good + bad
daffodils breaking through the seams
All of it.. The Road trips
to grandmother’s house and the cape,
Station wagon full of coolers, blankets, blocks, books
And the wonder of childhood
Licenses and colleges
Oar blades tracking time,
eight years apart, a restart
to build up,
to understand and keep entwined,
white coats, and gingerbread
from your one, your person
shifting cities as we each find
people, place…chosen
once again time folds and bends
sandy feet, golden books,
Mulberries, libraries and Midwood friends,
trading a city for a quieter town
still home as we root and mend
the big family always longed for
old and young and in between,
stitched deeper with fishing poles,
soccer lines, recitals, puzzles, barbecues
generations framed and held
with boat wakes and ice cream
You followed,
and in that one step bound
our lives and our children
in the web and weft of perfectly imperfect love
each bend and turn together,
still holding up and through
and forward
through loss and gain
laughter and pain
through seasons that pass too fast
this life built,
brother, uncle, friend
Well
We always had in our cupped hands
and we found, at long last too
It is real, it's steady.
It’s intentional and true.
Attending the firefly, blackberry stained spirit filled moments
attuned to the light breaking through,
to bless us, to bless you,
soaked through and through.
me, and us and you.
Happy birthday brother, friend
