Saturday, December 30, 2017

A Declaration Made In Winter





She disappeared in December
like a cat that no one ever fed.
Winter calmed her in a way that drugs could not.
She walked with apparitions,
a ghost
lost in drifts of snow.

The first known photographs
are like faded dreams; images of generals, 
dead presidents, mountains,
or an ocean,
hidden in the clouds
of a descending fog.

In spring, a ruby throated hummingbird
(in white) hovers above a bloom.
I see it now,
a promise made in a cold month,
a declaration of peace 
made at the end of a war, a wish, a kind of hope.