Sledge
In the warmest December of their long history
he gave her a sledge
as red as Christmas itself
it waited in the hallway
along with the snowballing gloves
and the sleet defying hat
for the snow that never came.
It shone through a January of drizzle
through February’s fog
until the snowdrops pushed out their plucky heads
until the daffodils frilled out into Spring.
I…
