WIND AND COLD AND FRIENDSHIP

(going to Boston with Aaron)

A Sonnet

We drove to Boston on a windy, frozen

day. The car was like a boat set free

in gusty bursts, but easygoing tenacity

kept us on course. We felt like we had chosen

the wind and cold so we could use our warm

hearts just to show that kindness always rules

the day. Beneath the blustery weather, jewels

of fellowship were shining, and over all, a storm

of gentleness and caring softly reigned.

We talked and laughed and let the wind and cold

sound off around the car. It was the old

story of friendship ruling all, of love unchained

and keeping people warm and free. Our car

in wind and cold was shining like a star.