this mild winter, equinox a line away on the wall calendar, hurrying snow flurries that will not stay, friends and family home safe and healthy on this day, content in this moment, hopeful future moments.
The jays, protectors of forests, today protect the St. Francis statue. These blue messengers of the gods and to loved ones, afterlife helpers who mate for life, busily screaming at shared enemies in my dream.
Afternoon of moments in a minor key. Songs I would have sung with guitar on a day like this while you sat in bed, the covers pulled up, bare shoulders, tea steaming in your hand,
jasmine air, the hours have a different sound, emotional feel, and time passes harmonically. This chord is solemn, sad, maybe mysterious, ominous if we let our light fade. Each minor key shares a key signature
with a major key and I need to find that again while you move to piano to play that D minor. So melancholy, a lamentation, dirge or requiem.