I've been working on these two Sukkot poems in tandem. Sukkot for me evokes both fragility (the sukkah begins falling apart as soon as it's created; every life is a sukkah, fragile and fleeting; God knows I've sat with sorrow in the sukkah at times) and joy (Torah tells us to rejoice in our festivals; this is zman simchateinu, the season of our rejoicing; on Shemini Atzeret, the 8th day, God calls us to linger a little longer in joy.) These poems are somewhat in the mode of Texts to the Holy, though I leave it to you to decide who is speaking, and to whom. They appear above with accompanying images (and alt-text for screenreaders). Below are the two poems as plain text.
I see how fragile everything is
around you, how tenuous
any peace. Reasons for sorrow
pile up like fallen leaves.
Feel my heart touching yours,
I'm here with you where you are
under this roof that lets in rain.
וְשָׂמַחְתָ / Rejoice
My door is open. Will you enter?
Taste the air, heady and fragrant --
limned with honeyed autumn light
and wet with morning dew.
Let me wrap around you
like a cloud, like an embrace.
Stay with me just like this.
Joy expands to fill everything.