I think it is grand the way that a few days
of sunshine and sixties
can so keenly dull the edge of memory
that just two weeks ago
our morning temperature reading
was at minus twenty-one.
It is a nice thing and a good habit to fix
of so quickly letting go
of life’s harshest moments
and cherishing the memories
of friends around a warm fire
on a still evening
with the smoke drifting ever so slightly
while flames weave their way
around the edges of well-seasoned wood.
There is always good for the taking,
the making of good moments,
and the deliberate remembering
of the good life has brought us
while not forgetting the lessons it has taught us.
We ought to be right careful
that in our recollections
we more deliberately rehearse
the better rather than the worse.