Untitled - December 26, 2001

Under the bright city lights,
there is a soft layer of white snow
landing against the many window panes

Soft puffs of warm breath
cast magical figures
against the frosted glass.

The inside chill is banished
by the gentle roar
of the scent of cedar
burning
against fresh pine.

Soft jazz and endless conversation
provides counterpoint
to the flurry of snowflakes outside.