Pedestrianism

I think that I am better
in the winter, but
not for reasons you would guess

not because of Christmas
or fires or bowls of soup

and not because things are
dead or dying and the soft
remembrance of death
reminds us that we are
meant to live

but because it's finally,
blessedly cold and I can
go outside in a coat,
my good coat that I
like, damn it

Two Returns

Because I have withered
and felt my withered hands,
and because I have been made
drunk on the sounds of words

apart from meaning,

let me tell you
that the day goes dancing
when you have ceased to sing

and let the strings go quiet
and set the instrument by your
feet. And because I have
withered

and seen my withered cheeks,
I hope that you will listen
when I tell you that
time is still
not a wicked thing, but

time
and the flesh
and the world
return to God who made them
and makes them new.