Thought So

To feel the start of Spring rain on my face Add wood to a fire that's warming more than the room Help sip champagne at a sunset without a sun Awake in midst of night , unalone Watch a woodpecker punch a hole in a sugar maple Then drink Stand under the drip and try to mouth catch it Feel Winter's wind knife through five layers of clothing As a farewell grasping salute of promise To know these words are not unheard