Winning Hands

Shall I compare thee

To an autumn moon

Glancing fast then passing

To the morning soon

Perhaps a candle glow

Growing slowly burning

Helping warm a little

Mostly to the way, it shows

Better, to the rising sun

Brightly beating hearts

And fires shots to shatter

Dark and help us know that

We are one

It’s easy to compare when

Love is staring back

And holding stacks of

Cards against the forces

Pulling it apart

Every hand, a victory

A gin, an uno, stick

To me. The next shot

You better have better

Then you’ve got so far

As it stands the winning

Hand is held in yours

And mine is standing

Beating hearts and hours

Demanding more time

For us, for time, it must

Landing out of breath

So autumn day, and candle glow

Rising sun, and win at we know

Will make like angels in the snow

And melt away and we will throw

Ourselves on grass, and press

Out new impressions in

Summer fields

We’ll stand in spring, and make

A whole, out in the

April rain

Every time the hour hand

Spins round our passing

Passion pure adventure

We’ll find each other, a new

Patch of land to come

Back from where we went