The snows fell hard, in Middlebury.
The tavern glowed: alight, alive, merry.
Outside, a wind chilled frost,
Inside was nourishment, at any cost.
You sat and cupped your coffee;
a splash of whiskey, made your pantlegs soggy.
The air was thick with care and volley,
you looked above the door,
pinned there was holly.
He looked, and caught your gaze his way.
Rare, two birds sitting on a wire, stay.
…As the moon withdraws to lay,
a lady’s requiem in play,
a gentleman found in your way.