I Welcome Myself Back

I welcome myself back to the lonely,

so lonely, this haven to my spring words,

here these letters stand so still, undeterred

by movement on this fresh fallen snow I see.

Such changes that bring a new perspective,

to finely throw the pieces away

to the pottery I made the other day,

to open wide my heart, to learn to give.

I am not the poet from yesterday,

the poet learning the ways of the child,

for now I must plan every moment,

understand the scripting of us at play,

create each second, to be calm and mild,

like morning harvest of the dew off mint.