bolero

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