Happy Holidays

A small gift to each of you:

It may be snow that remakes friendships,
bringing us together in early evenings
to share warmth and food and company.
It may be the memory of an ancient
season, caught between childhood and
age. But the crunch of snow on the porch
announces each welcome visitor, the cold
insinuation of wind through the door
precedes each ruddy, smiling face.
It may be snow that remakes friendships,
but it’s love that turns the snow into
this season. And we renew ourselves
around the fire of memory each time
the cold door opens on the warmth of eyes.

-David Anthony Sam