Belligerent Poetry

december

if you remember what it meant, that one
snowy, fire-lit night in december
when i stood in the shadow
of the doorway,
warmth at my back,
ice on my face
and you, small warm and infinitely precious
calmly tucked beside me
watching white beauty rain down,
to silence all the world
if only for one night.

-wil 1.19.02