Jack’s in January
The sparrows are building
The pear trees are budding
Just got to wait for the bluebonnets to bloom
There’s warmth in a smile
Warmth in a glass
Warmth in the bright afternoon
Can’t tell you how long
I’ve been feeling all wrong
Held down by a wave of gray light
I’ve tossed off that line
Found a new dime
A full moon lit up the dark night
Sappho Rising 