Cardinals and a wren made such pretty conversation this morning.
A friend and counselor reflected in the afternoon,
her voice up and down, the melody of chimes.
It's night now.
The wind is blowing, sleet is falling.
I smell ginger and cardamom, cloves and cinnamon
in the steam escaping the pot of tea on the stove.
Bird, woman, rain, spices
each echoes the message of the other:
we love.