bolero

december light
grey mist
pavements glistening with a touch of frost
blissful chilliness
passers by scurrying in scarves and coats
shop windows glowing
poetry in the early onset of evening
christmas close but not yet
little birds with their feathers fluffed for warmth
craggy doubters believing for once
coffee brewed to a froth
alison humming something about love
all the promises of god are true