The Warm Blanket Nostalgia Winter

Stars glistening in the frosty belt Milky Way streak
the sky like an ever-whirling comet’s tail;
like the sparkle of crisp leaves; and frozen damp streets
wind up and down the mountain side - the
animals hide and spiders greet me inside -
we brace for another cold night.
Friends join me for wine in a large house lit
in four candles. We play music and together step
out to fill our warm lungs
with satisfying smoke of cigarettes and green-tips we
shiver through - and the cold nights
press against the walls and bare on the ceiling of my home with
candle-light lamps, acoustic guitars, and jokes wine as
stars glisten and frozen roads sparkle up and down
New Mexico’s pitch dark shivering mountain night.