Gilded
The full moon spills
through a jalousie window,
and on our dusty sill
sits a framed photo of us
when we were better.
I am reminded
of all the moons past
and passing over our lives:
Wolf, Sturgeon, Harvest,
and with the arrival of spring
the frozen sweetness of trees
begins to melt, ready to be tapped.
Over us now,
the maple sugar moon,
and once again,
the weary wax and wane of time
is captured on a dusty sill
in a gilded framed photo
of when we were better.

