Winter snow had painted all
the windward sides of trees white.
The cabin where we had hidden
from last nights storm
has a thick delicious frosting of snow.
We dare not open the door.
We are waiting for the bourbon
in our creamy sweet coffee
to make it’s warm way to our fingers and toes
before we dawn our boots and gloves.
Though when we find our way outside
we stand still frozen, caught
in brilliant sparkling white.
This winter day we have lost all desire
to ruin the plush white ground
with our boot tracks.
So we stand quiet
not knowing what we wait for
only caring about how the wind
kisses our cheeks to blushing.
We shiver a little with cold delight.
The frozen vapor of our breath
escaping like little clouds
in the crisp clean winter air.
The fireplace seems
ever more inviting, now.
Judith A. Sears
©08/11/2019
For Jon Cassar, thanks for the Sunday photo prompt. You never fail me. jas
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