(“When the Snow Reflects the Sun”; 8×10; acrylic; by Stephen Earley Jordan II)
When the snow reflects the sun,
I follow your silhouette home.
As we sit together around the hearth,
You hand me a tattered quilt.
It smells of lavender and cinnamon and childhood.
You pour me a Louis XIII Cognac and
the sips are as sweet as you
and your touches.
And for that one moment, I am full.