My thots of U/
r how I see true/
Christmas:/
Gentle, falling snow;/
no/
garrish/
decoration./
Just warm,laughing fun!/
No/
bright bows/
or ribbons./
Just gifts/
of Spirit.

She knew not/
what/
words from his lips/
caressed her skin/
like fingertips./

The tongue he spoke/
was foreign,/
and yet,/
it made her warm/
2 touch,/
and sweet 2 taste.

Wisconsin: Blizzard./
Seattle? Flooding and rain./
Me? Sunny 54!

The following 3 poems are answers to the question: “Do you text?”
Dec. 11 at 23:36 p.m.
Do I text?/
I text like crazy!/
Romantically,/
poetically,/
rhymingly,/
comically,/
intelligently,/
wooingly,/
witily,/
quickly,/
questioningly:/
Can you keep up with me?

Dec 13 at 9:52 a.m.
Yes, I text!/
Will you be vexed/
to get messages from me/
in haiku and poetry?

Dec. 13, 9:58 a.m.
Do you always answer/
a question with a question?/
And awaiting a romancer’s/
promised answer/
gave me indigestion.

When i kiss you horizontally/
you’ll no longer see/
that, enraptured, you/
are an inch or two/
taller than me!

When she arises,/
her golden beams stream, gladly/
brightening our day.

I think we spoke once,/
didn’t we? I’ve a mem’ry./
It was lovely!

probably the 1st conTEXTing poem to someone who inspired nearly 200 poems between now and February).