Elizabeth

Christmas is two weeks away but no snow; a confused climate. The tree-destroying blizzard surprised October leaving downed limbs and lines and no power for expected comforts. We slept in front of the never lit fireplace burning borrowed wood and wearing two coats. In the dark our flashlights illuminated no-service cell phones. Now wreaths are hung and candles glimmer in windows. The forsythia is fooled like we were.