So much weather and all else happening that it is time for a light repast.  It is time for a warm fire and a hot something with a bit of spice.  It would be looked upon favorably.  It is time for the head to rest and the body to recline.  But only for a time.  And then again we pick up the cudgel to make a new path.  For that is our destiny.  And we revel in it.  With a large ahhhhMennn!

 

 

 

 

 

Upon Entry

Upon entry, we shed
the mufflers and the gloves,
the vests and boots,
ready as any warrior to fight the cold.

The hot tea is
a choice companion for us,
as we sit and warm ourselves
before the fire.

A promised relief
we find in each other,
as we no longer find the joy
in battling winter’s discontent.

We know our blood thins
and our patience ebbs
since we do not run and jump
with glee as snow inches up.

We remember though
this once held joy in things
not common to advancing age.
A straight shot of something

would not be unwelcome in the cup of hot tea.