Winterlight Wonders Miss Whimsical Poem by Dizzy Darling

By the time we returned home, damp from the melting snow,
we would undress each other in front of the cats.
I would start a fire and she would prepare tea.
From the tethered darkness that kept our cabin merry we would sip our tea, dreaming through the warm chamomile ambrosia, just gazeing wide eyed.
She would always make silly faces at me, sticking out her tongue or crossing her eyes. I would say facetiously
“Thou keepeth thy face in zany array, you risk the frost of winters day. hence frozen your eyes your lips may stay till the thaws of may…, honey stop? ”. laughing she woiuld reply
“And what if thy face was to illustrate ghoulish new tenures? my dear bee come what may What if my features turn swollen and grey? ” she then fluttered her eye lashes, then come what may'
“I would die, if your face ever changed, I would gouge out my eyes. And scream with sampson, even though Id have my muse, nothing bothers me more than your face”
“Oh you mean this one” she sat across from me for the next 5 minutes in a spacey cross eyed grimace making pouty face then Smiling face then wide open mouth face.
we sat there making funny faces until the candle blew out.