Well, dammit, late is better than never. Maybe.

[illilli]

The air is colder
cigar bugs beware of it
my hands grow more numb

I am brave or fool
The cut, the toast, the lighting
Wife smiles at window

Layers upon high
Corojo smoke billows forth
cold's pain all ignored

Time moves slowly by
Squeezing lighter between hands
I have to go pee

Slight sigh at the end
Stand, stretch and take last nub's puff
Back inside I go

The winter is cold
I do love to smoke cigars
but it's not easy

Memories come back
Christmas lights and Barry's songs
I'm ready again!

[ashauler]