There is a picture of a perfect nighttime in my room.
The picture hangs over my head.
From a distance a snow covered narrow road.
Winds its way to an old farm house also covered with snow.
It is a winter scene that hangs over my wooden headboard.
Often I look at this picture climbing into bed at night.
But, this is as well for you to know...
Not even the artist noticed in the one window a light shines.
A room where two lovers lay whispering in giggles,
Beneath layers of blankets their naked bodies embrace gently,
Waiting for the winter to close its wide doors and escape into spring.

                                                                                 Thomas Kemp/poet

          At last spring is here my love!

          Come, let us walk back toward the barn

          Let me see what you've been working on

          Since last we explored...

          The cats run ahead, behind,

          And on to their home,

          thinking we're visiting

          Perhaps we will...

          Is that old, worn blanket

          that we've used before still there

          so that we can come together

          and celebrate another year...

          under the warm sun on our naked bodies...

                                         G. A. Bixler, 2008