doorway

Breath quickens as fumbling hands

and keys

unlock this familiar door.

My eyes immediately meet your gray cap,

hanging solitary, in the doorway

as always, waiting for you.

I move toward and away without any steps.

Slowly deciding, in the end, to approach

then to touch the rough wool, the silver button.

Suddenly I see you

out in the snow,

tenderly I will stay  now,

here, with you.

N. L. Reynolds