Inverno

Fotografia de Herb Ritts

The Solstice

They say the sun will come back

at midnight

after all

my one love

but we know how the minutes

fly out into

the dark trees

and vanish

like the great ‘ohias and the honey creepers

and we know how the weeks

walk into the

shadows at midday

at the thought of the months I reach for your hand

it is not something

one is supposed

to say

we watch the red birds in the morning

we hope for the quiet

daytime together

the year turns into air

but we are together in the whole night

with the sun still going away

and the year

coming back

W. S. Merwin