SEASONS | CHANGE

seasons change

and when they do, swiftly

suddenly

to look behind and find it gone

the thing that we thought would last forever

to look above and see it fall

the thing that we thought would never come

so real, 

the shiver of the wind.

the papery skin.

the texture of my hair changing.

i cannot be a body

existing separate from a shifting season.

i carry sunburns into the autumn

then watch it descend like a sheet

your dreams will land before your eyes, baby

in a way you won't be able to deny

from the top floor of the library i say, -

hello, wife.

you are beautiful and lovely.

i love the places you travel to in your sleep.

i love the spaces you create with your night eyes.

i love the spaces you create with your day words.

you are brave.

walking to the coffee shop in the afternoon and i say,

hello, husband.

hear the children prophesy over you.

hear the men calling you up.

hear the lost finding a voice in your pain.

hear your Maker and your woman calling to the deep.

you are deep.

driving past the industrial park i wonder

the people i will meet and when

the words that will come through my mouth 

from yours to theirs

"everything that is hidden will be exposed

and everything that is illuminated becomes a light."

glow,glow,glow,glow,glow