|WINTER VACATION, GALENA
The house still smelled of fresh-cut wood
full of salvaged doors and antique chairs
John said that old farmer knew
Big glass windows overlooked snowfields
cats sprawled amid Mexican pottery
These solid fixtures gave me comfort
on the cold stove in the parish house.
I was writing you a letter in my head
My sister stayed with the astrologer
on the stone wall along High Street
Not enough light so late in the day.
where they gave us brandy and Christmas cookies.
with a long dark braid and her mother's astounding
Her nephews played in wet snow
A man I had not seen for a dozen years
Did you ever see the stars there?
Copyright 2000, Margot F. Boyer
Margot F. Boyer grew up in Chicago and has lived in Washington since 1981. Her work has appeared in Heartland Journal, synapse, and Enchante. She recently received her MFA from Goddard College.