One More for the Road(tata 2004)

beyond the patio’s edge
stands an invitation
to take a load off,
rest your weary bones
warm the cockles of your heart
upon a soft cushion
of leftover snow

well
maybe not
depends on the temperature
of your cockles
at present

I’m hoping
you are not among those
that would find such
as a warming comfort,

rather that you know
greater warmth,
by far,
greater invitation,
than sitting neath
invisible stars
resting upon
lingering,
crisp, winter beauty
no matter
the softness of its cushion
or the purity of its color

©December 31, 2004