Sometime in Winter

Seafoam banquette,

The plush, the lulling nap,

The velvet cove we were tucked in,

Bolstered with bronzed silk brocade,

Buttoned in pearly nacre.

Chiming sweet liquid crystal glasses.

Lush with thick white Riesling

Or floral lilts of Moscato

And melting flesh of pears.

And you, in plum~~

Lovely.

How it brought out that

Pale blue,

The melancholy winter field

Of your eyes.

And your jacket,

The light grey cashmere,

That brushed,

That playfully

Kittened up,

Begging to be touched.

As ivory notes

Shushed off

Slick sloped

Charming

Cambers.

Felted hammers fell.

A caressing tumble

thrummed

in a White Spruce

Hollow.

We dined on Artic Char,

Blackened and grilled crisp,

Yielding all sweet beneath,

Plump falling white flakes.

And the snow came down,

Cathredaled through windows.

Soft bright lights.

One 

&

then

Another.

Endlessly falling,

Silently into this night.

All edges softened,

Drifted and drifting,

Mysterious and jubilant.

A new world

Blanketed down

For us alone.