Page 44 - just saying....

first snow
milk, potatoes, eggnog,
supermarket lines are full
express checkout.
a friend talks over coffee
of Thanksgiving dinner,
memories of past holidays.
her experience as a new
immigrant from Scotland.
falling snow accumulates,
the wipers dance with the music
from the radio.
carrying groceries to
the front door, treading slowly
on the slippery sidewalk.
broken elevator means
climbing stairs to fourth floor.
a glass of eggnog as
falling snow covers my purple mums
in the planter on my deck.