bolero

december light
grey mist
pavements glistening with a touch of frost
passers by scurrying in scarves and coats
breath pluming on the air
shop windows glowing
seasonal good cheer
poetry in the early onset of evening
little birds with feathers fluffed for warmth
craggy doubters believing for once
coffee brewed to a froth
sophia humming something about love
heaven and earth are closer than they appear
all the promises of god are true