Winter silence

I long for winter silence
the soundless hush
of snow covered evergreens
and wordless amazement
at star-bright midnight.

I want to hold your hand
through woolen mittens
and point to Cassiopea,
lounging in the heavens,
while Orion faces the Bull.

I want to share hot cocoa
straight from the thermos,
the kind with cinnamon,
as we head home, arm in arm,
and the heavens wheel above.