Lamp after Lamp

You that prefer, as crows do,

winter's chill and the empty limbs,

notice now this that fills

with new leaves and roses opening

and the nightbird's song,

Let your love dissolve also

into this season's moment,

or when it's over you will buy

lamp after lamp to find it.

Painting "Succulent Eggplants" by Beatriz Milhazez here