A Snowy Stop
I swivel skewers of charred lamb's leg
and squeeze a sliced lemon on top.
The campers with flushed lips raise
their plates licked clean of sauce.
And as I look beyond the vapors
of these lava-glazed charcoals
to the spikes of conifers
spanning the near hilltop,
I see red-nosed twosomes
in woolen scarves
glancing at the Banter pup.
Muffled in snow, she cascades
down the hill
and comes to a stop.
Close to the side of an icy rink
skaters scrape figure eights
and laugh as she wags her tail
at a good-looking twin
across the ice top.
A whiff of rosemary air
drifts from behind
and I turn around to whisper,
“How have you been?
My sweetheart.”