a poem for December's daughter/the girl newest to my heart/my friend

i know this:


if it is a sheet of glass and cotton
you wish to press your feet upon
    a wintry world where color is so subtle
    your eyes must be bright indeed to see
    (a rainbow in every snowflake),
if it is stone and iron
you wish to work your hands against
    when you use heat as the sun gives it
    and your callouses mark your efforts,
    (as a nail, you are binding), 
if your will is a traveler
if your heart is a lover
you will be fulfilled. 
if you wish to bathe in every water
cross every border
taste every spice
     (cumin and sage will be your blood)
if you wish to sing every song
laugh every full-bellied laugh
hold every hand
    (for so many need holding)
if it is a waltz
you wish to bend with
    where your feet move as heartbeats
    and each turn births grace
    (joy, hope, confidence, and growth),
if your will is a traveler
if your heart is a lover
you will be fulfilled. 


(you will be fulfilled.)