fin, fur, feeling; fine

i.
we have been blessed
with 13 love affairs, under
the broken bells, now
only pa recordings,
our small small
town woos away the
last summer days,

ii.
stroll no
thought out to the
gray forever winter,

iii.
roots
are strong for
this ending, for
brutal
catastrophe for
desolation,

iiii.
lovers under cherry blossoms,
monks, and tight lipped
nuns with in the frozen mansion,
collecting wood, collecting lovers
the things that warm us, turn to ash
and send us out to gather again,

iiiii.
smiles and scents in pocket are replaced
by silence, and our hands become busy
collecting prayers written
on the fallen leaves,

iiiiii.
and humming the insect sexual chant
of June,

iiiiiii.
watching Decembers river choke
in her ice flow.