DAD

He walked in his father's footsteps.
Literally.
After Ray died, he took a pair of his boots
And wore them whenever he could.
The old man had gone beyond conversation,
But in winter he was closer than ever.

It's the best I can do now that the night has fallen.

NORTHERN CERMONIES

Northern ceremonies
In the thick darkness
Where God dwells:
Without the night
No stars can be seen,
And their singing is lost
Against the background noise
Of a contented life.