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. ~