Cold Like December

I miss my dad today
his plaid red coat and hat
his white hair and handsome smile
his knock on the door

It’s the way I saw him today in an afternoon nap

My wife brought me tea
and said loving things
that made me smile

It is now dark
the windows are black and smooth
and cold like December

One thought on “Cold Like December

  1. I enjoy your poetry almost as much as your painting and photography. YOU are a talented writer. Why am I amazed , Kevin
    You are a thoroughly creative dear one. G

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