Winter Missed

On those grey domed days

the present scrolled by without

cease or threw fibrillated squalls

like wards of demon babies.

 

We reminded ourselves to breathe:

Why?

And gorged chocolate kisses

washed down with Liqeur

du Pendu

 

The end not nearly nigh enough

when night slacked into day

mist covering the hills;

 

At last: the awaited wall!

 

In minutes blown away.