Perennials

The maples turn the same deep red
The blankets migrate up the bed
The kettle sings its one same note
I know this month like it's a quote

Was that this year or the year before
The same snow at the same glass door
Did we already rake this gold
Or is it last year's leaves I hold

The birthday candles multiply
The same warm faces stopping by
We say next year we'll go somewhere
Then fold the map back on the chair

Was that this year or the year before
The same snow at the same glass door
Did we already rake this gold
Or is it last year's leaves I hold

I love the circle that we drew
I just forgot the exits too
And in the quiet between years
A hum that only I can hear

Was that this year or the year before
The same snow at the same glass door
Did we already rake this gold
Or is it last year's leaves I hold
And if it snows like years before
I'm glad it's us behind the door

The same snow at the same glass door
The same snow at the same glass door