A Snowy Stop

 

I swivel skewers of charred lamb's leg

and squeeze a sliced lemon on top.

The campers with flushed lips raise

their plates licked clean of sauce.

 

And as I look beyond the vapors      

of these lava-glazed charcoals

to the spikes of conifers

spanning the near hilltop,

 

I see red-nosed twosomes

in woolen scarves

glancing at the Banter pup.

Muffled in snow, she cascades

down the hill

and comes to a stop.

 

Close to the side of an icy rink

     skaters scrape figure eights

and laugh as she wags her tail

at a good-looking twin

across the ice top.

 

A whiff of rosemary air

drifts from behind

and I turn around to whisper,

“How have you been?

My sweetheart.”

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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