layers

there are layers of this season
the one we are in now
this is a lament of sorts
through some darker ground we plow

some are filled with love and joy
some are filled with mud
some are filled with heavy sadness
hearts that barely thud

some with frequent miracles
some with greedy hands
some with laughs and tears and hugs
no end to special plans

some with despair so thick
nothing seems to bend it
some are alone right now
with no one there to tend with

somehow December
feels a special kind of time
but some will be offended
to hear that kind of whine

for me, as I sit here,
looking at the lights
what I want is to build a fire
and make it burn so bright

not to take away the grief
the dirty, sticky, hard stuff
the sorrow, it lives here too,
I know the way is rough

but as you cry or feel lost
or scream or rant or rage
you could join me by the fire
I promise to listen, be a sage

we could sit together
and watch the firelight
if you want to come and join me
I’ll make sure to keep it bright

there are layers of this season
that I surely know
but remember that my fire is here
and it can grow and grow