Another life exhaled in clouds of chilled breath

exhalations that walk in worn-out bedroom slippers

gingerly across the sturdy backs of long winter days

where hands find hands in pockets of cold like this

this searching to join heats and bodies and snows

so our path is found in deer tracks laid visible

beside the upturned stones in half-frozen streams

round the curve in the bend of the land that we share

two travelers to the lights we left on in the kitchen

no daring treks or visits to strange wilds on our trips

but yet there’s something about a sky of grey blankets

pulled all up tight to the chin of the slimmest of trees

that snuggles us with it in unison of blissful new dreams

and the roof top all padded with pillows of snowfall

upon our house that’s the color of coffee with cream

the flakes we shake off of our boots in the hall

and our clothes soon to follow in a ball on the floor

till naked we creep up the stairs without thought

to the blizzard that builds all around us this wall

for within it we lie in the arms of each other

united as one in slow movements of lovers