A Note, Adored

Just as the seasons of December
Pass from sun to space
Songs sung about love, life
And the frost outside

Wouldn't it be easier?
If our lives were jazz concerts?
With everything so chromatic
Every detail all and in between

Instead, paper reformed
And a pen at heart
When it's all by the fire
It's really about the test

So kiss me again
And I'll know that's it's begun
Trial, savage, and roses
With prickling at my fingers