reenactment

among frost giants I walk
meeting a snowman along the way
his posture is carved with kindness
 
I think fondly  
of my father
how significant
it was that
I was standing
out in the snow
when I heard
the news
of his passing
 
I think fondly  
of times when he initiated
winter rites
warmly dressed
we all rolled snowy balls
into one whole
 
complete with scarf
and broom
 
long passed are the years
where I engaged in
his temper
when we collided
as stranded ships
left ashore
 
you could say
he was a redneck
right winged
anit social
 
BUT
 
he was also  
outgoing  
played mouthpiece
accordeon
had a tame crow
 
he left an inheritance
of birds that he named
lists that he kept
 
his carpentry eye
auspicious hands
artisan
 
as I return
warmly dressed
the wooden planks
sigh
 
I am blessed
 
c  a  r e s s e d
 
no love is always kind
though I am thankful
it was given