December 23, 2010

First Class Joy

We’ve grown accustomed to not expect much ---
catalogs, bills, third-class stuff.  Until the arrival of
early December; curiously we start to remember …
anticipate … see the mail truck … hear the gate.

Outside, woodfire frosty air, find cold bounty waiting
there.  Red envelopes, a box!  Old
acquaintances who’ve not forgot.  Inside foil-lined envelopes, slit,
news and notes in familiar script.  Homemade cards, palpable affection.
First Class Joy.  Renewed connection.

“First Class Joy”
Photo © 2008 Chuck Pefley | Verse © 2010 Penny Pefley