Snow Day Delicacies Poem by Susan Lacovara

In a whiteout morning
flakes falling
As if a torn feather pillow
Shaken from heaven's height
You are out of sight
Following a long highway home
To the breaking news bundles
Of delivered to your doorstep
Daily updates of life without you

Whether a day or a dozen
I can not forego the fingering of keyboard strokes
Striking chords of conversations we should be having
Over coffee and whipped cream cuddling

A stay inside day
A certainty of fantasizing how we would let the snow fall
Forgetting agendas and all the world left tapping on the door
We can merely thaw
Build a fire beneath the covers
And hunker down in the here and now