Snow Day Delicacies

In a whiteout morning flakes falling As if a torn feather pillow Shaken from heaven's height You are out of sight Following a long highway home To the breaking news bundles Of delivered to your doorstep Daily updates of life without you Whether a day or a dozen I can not forego the fingering of keyboard strokes Striking chords of conversations we should be having Over coffee and whipped cream cuddling A stay inside day A certainty of fantasizing how we would let the snow fall Forgetting agendas and all the world left tapping on the door We can merely thaw Build a fire beneath the covers And hunker down in the here and now