How happy the day:
the woodstove creaking with heat,
a mix of beans bubbling on the stove,
the new-again president taking one last look at the crowd,
the single chickadee landing on a grapevine,
new paperwhites greening upward,
a pile of sage drying on a tray,
a beeswax candle burning slow,
and my two friends engaged to be married.
panache, perhaps 