I watch out my window
(a few flakes falling)
the children come
cold mittened fingers
hooked on sleds.
Mine break from the pack
and head straight toward me
unseen in the dark
and they in bright red snowsuits
and fluffy pompommed hats.
I leave my chair
and my cool solitude
to go to the kitchen
amd set out
steaming earthen cups
filled with smooth
thick
iridescent
chocolate.
