out from the office
another 4 inches
of snow on the car

a few more moments
of this, the winter air
before i sleep

golden background glow
floats against the black branches
of our city trees

i dreamt i was shot -
and never to awaken
from my painless wound

my footsteps follow -
but are my first ones
fading in the snow?

another high five
reflected in the patio doors
we, together, inside

the long cold night
my summer resistance
the winter, submit