On memory’s winter tree

On memory’s winter tree

 On January’s last gasp chill day, dripping

monochrome 

across your threshold what delight! 

in warmth and light and welcome. 

And so an afternoon that glowed

good food and conversation shared 

poetry and painting  

a fragile bubble blown in glass 

now hung, swung, on memory’s winter tree. 

February 2nd 2036, Hounoux, for Josette and Andrew.