WHEN WE DECIDE TO LOVE

Even in sorrow and regret, it is never too late.

In the fine dust on the stone floors of cathedrals,

I find the love of the sculptor.

And in December, on the morning

When we wake to the gauzy white of winter

Unrolled across the face of the earth.

Thom Tammaro lives in Moorhead, Minnesota. Red Dragonfly Press published a letterpress edition of his poem, 31 Mornings in December, during the 2008 winter solstice.