We have been waiting for snow here in Colorado. It is here, now, softly falling out my window, just past where my big poodle is napping. He looks like a stuffed toy. He is kind of a stuffed toy.
My family is all out and about, skiing, snowboarding, hanging with the cute German boyfriend.
This is a blissful time for me, the pureness of the quiet, the long awaited arrival of snow, a fire, a dog and a cup of tea. The view of winter out my window.
My day has been filled with poetry too, getting ready for a class I will teach in Tucson next week. The class is about Love Letters. I have been using poetry, calligraphy and collage to make Love Letters.
So it is a romantic day alone. That can be, and is today, a lovely thing.
Here is a poem by Frank O’Hara
Have you forgotten what we were like then
when we were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth
it’s no use worrying about Time
but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
and turned some sharp corners
the whole pasture looked like our meal
we didn’t need speedometers
we could manage cocktails out of ice and water
I wouldn’t want to be faster
or greener than now if you were with me O you
were the best of all my days