a poem for jessamine.

in response to the poem she gave to me.

through the silence under snow
the only thing that speaks
is ice a-cracking, steady, low
"be." "be." "be."

say "yes" to now and rest a while
a heart at peace, like kitties sleeps
enveloped in a knowing smile
"be." "be." "be."

for yesterday is gone away
tomorrow we will surely see
it's only now we've ever had
"be." "be." "be."