Meandering

These days seem to blend together
running straight away
then hooking left
while the others do too
but right
and I cannot separate some
mingling in the middle of my week

I say I'll get my focus back
maybe come the fall
but the fall is no place
for balance
I'll forget it till winter.

Alas, winter provokes these wishes:

Dear Constancy,
please visit me, I'd love to hold you
Dear Forgiveness,
I'd like to walk with you awhile
Dear Love,
I would keep your hand forever
Dear Pride,
I'd ask of you to fill me
so I could turn the other cheek
Dear Depth,
I'd fall into your clutches within tears and joy
Dear Passion,
we must embrace each other
and fly through a hurricane
Dear Friendship,
I'd jump to kiss your lips and swing you
to sleep in my lap
Dear Humility,
I'd stand beside you, quietly
Dear Happiness,
come...
we could make quite a pair, you and I