Sometimes the wind pleads for its presence
Shadows spread over the landscape
The trees quiver, windows stutter
The preparation:stacking of wood, dusting of sweaters
Gradual appearance of smile and laughter
A beginning of extended thought
Delightful affirmation of your coming
Deepening in redness like a sunset.

New stories

It’s 5 below zero
I do not expect you to stay
Jazz is playing
where are the warm places you ask
I smile
The fireplace is roaring
We are talking of former travels
The wine will come to add warmth
You remember that you once loved me
And forgiven me
The summit has changed
Artists may like the different landscape
We send each other new stories
and celebrate the day of our breakup.