Coffee/Roses

There were going to be roses
In the coffee in the morning,
And snowflakes lighting
Upon our window panes.

I was going to read books
By authors well-known
And the leaves of autumn
Would slowly fall down

In the morning it was
To be cold with breaths of fog
And in the afternoon's sun
I was to sit and sing.

But every moment now
We'll live together running
Not a silent second
But actions bright and torn.

Every thought desired
To sit in stained-glass light
Now there will be Christmas
Without silence, flames, and song

I would have shown you
Handfuls of birds
Thrown up in the sky
Now there will be dirt, glass, lye

Naples in winter.