There we are, slim and laughing
in the snow in our father’s old dress shirts
and blue jeans, mugging for the camera.
Two young men in dress blues
squint in the flare of sun on snow;
one bends to snatch a handful
to lob teasing at January girls.
We danced to “Let It Snow” slowly as if tomorrow
would never come, and the snow never melt.
Joan L. Cannon is a Manhattannative. She has published short stories, two novels, and poetry. Most of her adult life was spent in rural Connecticut. She now lives in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains in North Carolina. She contributes regularly to Senior Women Web.