celebration

for moments
gladly waiting
and years rolled into years
would sorrow sit
I begged him not
and so
I hold myself
and wrap my arms
around this sweet becoming
salvation
feels the same
when winter falls

softer now the leaves
beneath my
naked feet -
chestnuts crowd
the banks (a path I love)
criers cry
as morning doves
wait in loving echoes
earnest comes the sun
into the day