Snow capped Mountain
Snow capped Mountain
Visible through our window
The howling of the wind as it forcefully
Slams shutters against frosty windows.
Inside, the warmth of the fireplace lends an air
Solitude, from the bustle of Holiday traffic,
The noisy countenance of humanity.
We lounge across from the fireplace.
Scotch, a Gentleman's drink
I watch as you swirl, your glass letting it breathe
The liquid splashing against clear glass.
You sip its fragrance as across from me, your heated look.
The one I'm very familiar with.
I hold your gaze, for what seems an eternity. Cheeks burn,
A shyness I had thought disappeared throughout the Years, returns
I turn away, hence you see, what the passages of time has yet to reveal.
Still the same little Girl you once knew.
Passion filled, yet, naïve.
I fidget, under your continued stare.
As trees battered by layers of snow catches my attention.
The howling of the wind again transfixed.
Yet I am aware of your presence.
Again as in Yester Year, you slowly rise, extending your hand.
And as I've done, previously, I wordlessly, take your hand as you lead.
The dance continues.
