On my way home
green and white
rush past my window,
coloring the winter
Droopy pines
covered in thick snow
look suddenly tired
Stopping at the gas station
pulling the nozzle
with bare hands
Cheeky gloves
smiling on the driver’s seat
Getting into the station
over the counter—
O, coffee would be jolly good
Grabbing a medium cup
filling her up—
a dash of sugar,
cinnamon,
then milk
Sudden warmth
on my blue fingers
through the body of the cup
melts the heart of December
Now I am ready
for Christmas