Misha’s poem

Today was cold,

snowy and barren-bright.

The sunlight, wan,

the floor too cold on

bare, pink toes.

Today was a day for

fluffy blanket and

hot cocoa in my favorite mug

with the green pine boughs

twined around the handle.

But it was missing its warmth,

the unknown something

that gives the day its joy.

And then my friend writes,

my dearest dearest,

and I find my smile.