DECEMBER IS THE COOLEST MONTH
Never before had the moon been freezing cold.
I bought a pair of royal-blue mittens for him.
Our first day he played Satie. Pure happiness,
a windowsill, ten fingers flying through space.
Hands darted over ebony and ivory, glinted off
ice crystals. The tone not just set but made.
The way we stood there, later, by the window.
White, winter music we were, and warm too.