Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Escapade on a Wintery Night


Be mine tonight
We’ll share our coffee
No, let’s make it tea
Fit for royalty
As the moonlight exposes
Tree tops stenciled
In its glow
And we skirt their penciled
Sketches in the snow
A thermos, though not as dainty
As a hand-painted china cup
Keeps our tea piping
Until the sun comes up
And that old cabin
Boarded up for winter
Cannot speak of two wanderers
Or crackling firelight
Or the fantasy of a bear-skin rug
As we inhale its comfort
And understand each other
Without one uttered word
Although we talked all night...



  1. It is true that sometimes deep conversations take place in silence. I love the setting and the feeling of this poem. I felt as if I were right there in the poem.

  2. Hi Mary,
    Words definitely have their moments, but at other times the do nothing but mess up a good quiet;))

    Thank-you for your thoughts.

  3. Silence that can be understood is a blessing, but if not can be vice versa too.

    I smiled when I read "We’ll share our coffee
    No, let’s make it tea" :)


Thank you for your visit to this porch. Any thoughts you would like to share?