Nobody here inside,
Waiting for wonders of might.
Chapters of consciousness' book,
Writing themselves with no hoop.
House overprepared,
Looking for them to come back.
Dinner for after snow slides, -
Candles and cakes to decide.
Everyone here and now
Deeply in fight in snow wow,
Skate, build, and ski, and fast-ride
Sleights, - gifts of wintery side.
Tick-tock, it's almost the time
To leave all pathways of rime,
From under veil of flakes
Guests come and cut to the chase.
Soup with a sauce bittersweet,
Sandwiches overly-beefed,
Chips, fish and arts from a dough,
Salads between every laugh.
Simple, and warm, and all cheer
Sparkling in merry talk-wheel.
Keep this snow tenderness' chord, -
Chapters of books never taught.

January 2024