I spied a wispy tamarack
alone in a filed of mud,
caused to swing in the gentle breeze,
red from the dead of Autumn’s call,
bare without care for a winter shall
in the face of a cold, cold season.
I felt the warm, soft fur,
the dog looking up thoughtfully
wondering whether to bite or submit.
I gazed up into my stark, dark night,
surprised to see the glare of a comet
burning cold and brilliant in the vastness.
My throat clenched as I struggled for words.
I wanted to say, to pray that I loved you,
my resolve wavering in your presence,
fear shrouding my thoughts
as opportunity slipped away.