[189] Changing Shape

Winter beckons from my window

as trees show off their sturdy bones

and dreams pull me from my bed

and in a glance, I thought I saw you

in the distance walking toward

I reached out to wrap my blanket,

gently, around your bending back

as my dreams change, taking on new shapes,

not yet fully formed, not what I recognized from before.

but I am here, till something stronger pulls me near

for ever more, I will see you

I will wrap my blanket around you

so you know I always have you,

your back sturdy or bending in the breeze,

like the shade of a tree that always returns,

when winter draws a deep sigh,

and sweetly says goodbye.