Winter Sonata
Summer's hunter-green fields yielded to autumnal beige
and vermillion,
soon came the frosted air and cardinals singing in
snowy pine boughs.
Deer shyly emerged from woodlands edge for feed
families left out,
winter sonata of our melody of long ago.
Your chestnut beard sparkled with ice crystals,
your large sienna-brown eyes of merriment.
Nearby home's smoking chimneys heavily encased
with snow and ice,
we'd playfully toss snowballs,
when our youth we thought of as lasting.
Crackling colored firelogs,
hot cocoa and pajamas,
cuddling neath a red plaid wool blanket.
Oh, the laughter,
the kisses of Christmas love,
watching the Jimmy Stewart-Donna Reed
movie, "It's A Wonderful Life,"
in its classical timelessness,
pearlescent doves and angel hair round
the tree.
Several snowbound days together,
we got to know each other in cherishing
of time as a newly bonded couple,
and welcomed our baby daughter the
following November.
Sweetly now,
as December is days away,
wishing you could walk over the
threshold again,
scent of Grey Flannel,
singing in baritone.
I can smell the burning hickory wood
and see our three stockings hung on the
hearth,
as wintry songs in the wind,
fill my hours of remembrance,
winter sonata of our melody of long ago. ~
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