The evening chill is trying to make some sense
as to how to end the day.
Snow falling around the green pines
with a light coating of confection sugar settling
on the back of the horses.
They stand close to one another
those two and prefer the bug free winter
over the hot sun with its fly biting days of summer.
Then there is the Elk Hound and Border collie
Who love the white snow as much as the deep green grass.
Smoke from brick fireplaces can barely find enough up drafts
to carry off the Sunday afternoon wishes for a romantic dream
or a NFL football invitation to the Super Bowl.
The sudden mid December 21, 2009 snow storm has locked us all in
up and down the East Coast.
Incidental as all this seems, poets somewhere will be disposed
to write about it and wonder about your love?
Merry Christmas Glenda
Tried to get out through the snow today
but got stuck half-way to the clear, main road,
Guess I'm spend the holiday alone, here
in the log cabin I love so, except when I can't leave...
Then, only then, do I realize just how being alone can be
more than you want to have, on a continuous basis
Though who knows if I'd have some place to go anyway
Only thoughts and dreams of those with whom I'd wish
to spend the day--they are far away, and didn't ask
My inside cats help of course, but they don't return an embrace
or come close to kiss my lips and enfold me with love
For that's how I would want to share my feelings,
especially to those that I know cares...
I always hope that would include you
but my dear, only a man would compare
a romantic dream with football...(smilingly)
Merry Christmas to you as well, my friend Thomas