Seasonality

The look on your face read wistful

on that gelid November morning.

“Could have beens should have beens” 
spun around the corners of your eyes, 
mouth mute with stories never told.

Bits of ice tapped at the window

a chilly day for resolution of the heart.

Only 3 months before everything had been

infinitely green, now even the sun

had turned its back to circle on.

I felt you leave slowly

ghost-like

a white bag  danced

strangely in the wind.

-Debbie Calverley