raining in december
(I forgive you)

today, something is beautiful
not Mazzy Star's flowers
nor the hush sisters' slow breath;
it's a tinkling that reminds me
of yesterdays and jewellery boxes
and the ugly carmine jacket
your great-aunt made you wear.

I wonder why it was always colder
inside the house, as the gentle mist
disturbs the precious morning dew;
on Sunday we glared icily
all through strawberry shortcake
over something as trivial as
a television remote.

tires wade to slip past traffic
the loud hum interrupting
the quiet sunrise, our frostiness
deftly thawed (and floating in space);
I just thought I'd let you know
it's raining in December
and you still have my umbrella.