I wrote the following poem in the early days of our engagement (a thousand years ago!), as we were beginning to imagine a lifetime together.


My fond enigma,
your bold cold nose at my window
demands entrance from the snow.

I open the door,
watch you edge up the stair
and light upon a corner chair

As if to say,
“May I stay for tea before I go?”
As if I could say no.

Take off your coat,
perhaps your shoes —
isn’t that why you came?
To stay past sundown,
past seasons, past rain.



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