i for once

i for once

i welcome the cold.
i welcome the cold
nip of the wind
on the small of my neck
where my scarf
can't quite reach.

i sojourn in the anticipation
of winter's first snow,
which beckons brisk footsteps
as the sun sets;
the temperature races
a downward spiral.

i cherish the gloves
in my backseat
when her hands are cold.
but even more,
i yearn for her to
refuse the gloves.
to take my hand instead.

winter is an icebox
that bolsters cafes.
cafes heated by coffee
and heartfelt conversation.
when she and i enter
i am brought back to life.

there's much to be said about those few fleeting moments we can share together amongst the busyness of the school year and all that is the holiday season. i'm thankful for the time we do spend. today was a good day. God has blessed me indeed.