Long Winter Nights
The nights are long.
The days are short.
Since you are gone,
There’s little to report.
This winter is cold as hell.
Every day cuts like a knife.
Look how much snow fell.
Facing it without a wife.
Life alone, and snowed in.
Time passes slow as molasses.
I play solitaire, sometimes gin.
Use the computer, till it crashes.
I could do more with you.
We kept busy all the time.
Plenty of things for us to do.
Now, I have nothing, but time.
Time to think, and to cry.
Time to sort out the blame.
Can’t get past the you in I.
One or the other is the same.
I hear a snow mobile near.
I go outside to see what’s up.
It is you, my darling dear.
My face became all lit up.
You flew into my arms.
Kisses covering me all over.
I am captured by your charms.
The snow becomes crimson and clover.
About what happened is not spoken.
We are now as one forever.
The fire is hot, no longer smoking.
Wrapped in a blanket, we cuddle together.
Before we know it, spring is here.
Snow is gone. Flowers are in bloom.
We are both extremely happy, it is clear.
Soon, another will join us in this room.
————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)