Bending forward against the winter chill I clutch my jacket collar tight. against the moan and whistle of the wind.
A speaker clamped on a holiday post crackles a hymn to a midnight clear releasing from the vault of time memories of another winter's day when a happy boy on a Christmas bike caroled that same Yuletide song to a swirling snowflake congregation tuned to distant steeple bells.
A phantom in a store front window startles me back to now and arrests my curiosity. Just who is that gray haired fossil clutching his collar like a shield against the whistling wind and why is he staring at me this blustery mid-winter day?
Another poetry site I have posted poems, Poetfreak.com is shutting down so I am moving several poems including this one to Hello Poetry.