: Wedding Anniversary
Fifteenth wedding anniversary, cold clouded January morning. He wakes
me with gladioli. Fixing tea, I wonder, after fifteen years doesn't he
know I like tea and roses ? We quarrel over tea. He leaves for work to
return an hour later. Let's go into the hills. More clouds. Shawls, rugs
and umbrella in the car and we're off. At roadside café, sipping
hot tea, we gaze at opposite hill. Floodlit by sun, appearing for seconds
in patches the houses like icing sugar chalets in a fairy tale. Mellowed
by warmth we drive on. Snow softened landscape, few people on road, muffled,
head down streaming breaths. We make snow bunnies on the car, take photographs,
leave bunnies on road side. A long walk under the pines. The mountainside
drifts away in fog. Silence except for one raven which calls and calls.
Soft plop of snow sliding off branches.
gladioli, not roses
at least he remembered.
* Published in frogpond XIX : 3