time Juxtaposed

I know a lot more than I’m telling you
about the nature of things.
How this strafing life chills red blood
How the days push each other out of reach

How the nightly terrors come too soon.

Here the sharp snap of frozen twigs?
Hear the frosted grasses crunching?
Here the hissing logs burning with sap?

Bring up the bricks from the fire, for the night is a chilly one
Full of iced buckets and dying embers.
Now it’s time to reminisce
About the whistle and the wishes
Do you recall those candied kisses
We, unable to resist
In the early morning mist?

Young Squirrel in the Early Morning Sun