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SNOW FOR CHRISTMAS

i think of the christmases spent in the cabin
when water froze in the outdoor window boxes
and snow drifted high against our back door
i think of those times and i want to go north
to watch lazy snow falling softly on mountains
sit beside a warm hearth and sip spiced rum
while the rest of the world is locked outside

that rustic cabin must be filled now with dust
and mice who have decided to make it home
sometimes i wonder why i don’t try to sell it
and yet i hold on to it, i don’t actually believe
it is for memories, memories are still with me
here and there, under palm trees, under stars
i think in the back of my mind i have known
that someday I would want to return to winter

winter on a mountain with someone to cherish
a warm heart to fill the frozen places in mine
a warm body to fill the double bed in the loft
where we can be inspired by falling snowflakes
and enchanted by twinkling of faraway stars
as we watch them through skylights above us
i feel the need for hot kisses on a cold night
and someone to sip spiced rum by the fire with
i think it must be snowing there tonight and
i want to go north for the first time in years






DJA 12/10/2010