Rubber crunch under light foot falls
Sound swallowed by the fallen snow
Red brick chimneys curling wood smoke
Mercury vapor street lamp’s halo frost
Stopping in solitude just to contemplate
Three inches of new fallen snow
On the smallest of limbs and
Wind whipped corners free of any new snow
Breathes hang in the air until dropping
Water vapor collects under nose and crystallizes
In the mustache and beard before being wiped
Away by the frozen mittens from previous wipes
The milk from the store grows heavier for the morning
And there’s three more blocks to go trudging
Finally the mercury vapor lamp that lights our porch
Stomping up the stairs and removing the mittens
Because frozen they just turn around the door knob
Now it’s time for a hot chocolate and Johnny Carson
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/10
Michael's Lair 
I liked this and I’ll share my jingle poetry post http://wanderwithoutbeinglost.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-jacked-this-picture-from-friend-of.html
This poem reminded me of a time and place in my life, not so nice as this though
http://wanderwithoutbeinglost.blogspot.com/2011/11/with-sights-of-things-not-real.html
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Thanks and I liked yours as well.
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Your posts are so inviting to one’s imagination… I love it:)
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Thanks.
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MMMm hot chocolate the answer to true comfort …thank you for sharing x x
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So was JC in the day.. smile…
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