my love is best when it is simple
especially when not trying to be what it has misunderstood
it is best remembered when i am simple
it is unequivocally true when it is shown
love may be complex
but when i'm complex i may lose track of it
as i follow all those things that seem to want me to
i find it best when i am simple
and simply accept

A. H  (1st-7th December 2019), with love in sorrow, joy still is 

A poem from this time last year, suddenly we are in Advent again — best wishes of this season to you, and to a better turning year/s.