A Myriad of Winters

May 4, 2018

The one with the tiny tree with red lights on it

And icicles forming on its gutters…]



Inside we are bundled in our beds.

The snow outside falling ever so softly.

             Snowflakes the size of peppermints

                          But much less round


The door to my bedroom is cracked open just the slightest bit

             The hallway light creeping in

                          Illuminating only a sliver of the room


I stare at the door

             Waiting for it to open

                         Waiting for the sandman to come and take my dreams


It’s 11 o’clock

And the shadows creep under my door

             Reaching for my ankles


[I pull my blankets tighter]


Then I hear

             The medicine cabinet hung on the wall above the sink


             Running water over a toothbrush

                         The way it scratches against grown-up teeth


                                       The click of the cabinet closed


Two sets of footsteps

             And the door creaks



            and I know I should be asleep, but I answer anyway.


“May we join you?”


And you both lay down beside me.

A lone lovebird

                        and a grounded Snowbird

            In Upstate, NY

            on a snowy Friday night



Motionless, we watch the snow fall under the motion light.

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