
in solitude and silence,
close to the fire, listening to crackling
kindling, snapped off branches, whole logs burn
I contemplate the coming frost—
the need to resolve unfinished bits of Fall
Winter: the perfect time
to make peace the way Jacob made his timely,
pressing peace with brother
Esau
after how many years (?)
finally choosing to play his own part
knowing most of us die with a to-do list better extinguished
a poem about homecoming, finding peace – from my new book, Quiet Waters