Thought so

 To feel the start of Spring rain on my face

Add wood to a fire that's warming more than the room

Help sip champagne at a sunset without a sun

Awake in midst of night ,  unalone

Watch a woodpecker punch a hole in a sugar maple

Then drink

Stand under the drip and try to mouth catch it

Feel Winter's wind knife through five layers of clothing

As a farewell grasping  salute of promise

To know these words are not unheard