Anniversary

A new year:
old wine
new cake
rain.

I remember our first walk through the woods as if it were two hours ago:
it was dusk
an orange sun slipped behind the sugar bush.
A snowy owl
ghostly pale  silent
coursed overhead.

Wondrous, you say,

Abendteuer.

Strange to think, when the ice came,
how those trees did shatter.
As for us, we are still here,

adventuring.