Winter Solstice, 3:34 p.m. 
Outside, I notice the light
spread on white
snow, like buttercup
petals on the skin
of your chin,
those childhood
games that pass
so quickly by.
Night is coming
and all day
I’ve been thinking
of the boats
you used to carve,
of the one I took
from your room
without asking,
and let loose
in full ditch, uphill
from our school.
How it hit
those riffles, how it slipped
so quickly
from sight.

Wishing you light, peace and love this holiday season, and may 2017 give all of us many opportunities to love beyond our limits and grow past where we place our fences.

Much love to you and yours.