Full Circle

The sun slicing
Through the windows of
Our house marks time.
Shadows lifted from
A fruitful center as
We wake, you and I
Pass through our days
Not so much divided as
Opening into morning,
Noon, then evening,
Darkness by dawn across
Our kitchen counter,
The bath, our bed,
This must be love
To feel the seasons
Fall, then winter, but behold
New light and flowering plants
Out of seeds, we who are
Lovers grown
Young yet shining
Whole and complete.