Another Cavalcade of Seasons and Songs

Fold the year’s pain

into renzuru--

everything you lost locked

in the heart,

head full of yearning,

embarrassments

like showy tailfeathers,

all your melodies memorized

in the wings.

Keep your crane of ghosts

and minor chords

creased in your notebook,

carry it with you,

stashed in your pillow for dreaming.

Sharing an older poem that seems both topical and timely.