It’s freezing point
On the tennis court
Though the action is hot.
Vestigial muscles rediscovered,
Youthful opposition forces the pace,
Balls blaze a trail in the crisp January morning.
Breath hangs in the air,
The score hangs in the balance,
Youth triumphs and handshakes firm.
Finally the snow arrives.
Small flakes drift across the court
Satisfying our romantic sporting spirits.
We retire to Starbucks
For hot chocolate with a warm glow,
Marshmallows and whipped cream.