The Winter of '95

It was cold...

At nights the fog rolled in. In a few moments it would cover the trees in a cloak of white. All pervasive and silent, it would sweep over the roads reducing the street lights to a dim orange glow.

People walked the streets with their heads down, hurrying to the warmth of their homes.

The days were grey and damp. The mist fell in a fine spray gently covering the windshields making it difficult to drive.

And in that clammy cold there existed this warmth. Vital and full of life it was impervious to all and continued to glow. Akin to the room heaters with rods used in those days it enveloped people in its orange warmth. It flowed from one person to another carrying its glowing warmth in the form of words and gestures shared.....

Dec 28, '95

TO A WIFE AND A MOTHER

It started with an interview

Followed by stolen kisses,

And golden moments in the winter sunlight.

And then we were married

Two young ones on a honeymoon!

Today our married life has turned a half cycle.

We are older and much in life has gone by;

Yet much remains.

The yearning to weave the moonbeams

Into a garland for you

Has mellowed.

Over the times

A mingling of thoughts, of moments shared:

An intimacy beyond sex, beyond individuality,

Birthed a togetherness,

Yet leaving each an individual, whole and complete.

Today

What you give to us everyday

Is your love.

And you do it by doing.

You and your best creations in life

Fill me with deep joy and gratitude.

For today and now, even when away,

All three are with me and I am home.

For this and all that is to be

Let my love and our moments together

In tenderness

Be within you as life goes on.

For then

They will fill you with a sense of peacefulness

And tranquility.

And in the growing darkness of winter

When the fogs roll onto the streets

And the roads are damp and clammy

They will walk by your side and keep you warm.