To My Sister

Hush, don’t wake them
you need not get dressed
just slip on your slippers
and follow me

I’ve a thermos of
hot tea - laced with
rum - of course
and cookies

we will follow
the flagstone path to
that little place on the
knoll

always mindful of our
step, we are getting up
there, you know...
we’ll follow the fireflies

like children following
Peter Pan
to Neverland
giggling in whispers

we’ll place a fire in
the pit and nestle back
in ancient wrought iron chairs
sipping tea

while the doe gossip
about the firelight
on our same colored
hair.