FIRST SNOW

I sit alone, lonely,

Invisible in my chair,

Memory warmed;

While winter, suddenly cold and white,

Unexpectedly covers my earth.

When will it end?

The sun has abandoned.

I watch a red bird couple snuggle on a snowy Cypress branch,

Watching with me.

Is it their Winter?

Stillness surrounds me,

As nature swirls her blustery brush,

Renewing relentlessly with tiny flakes,

Reminding me;

It is My Winter too!

“Poetry on My Mind,” p25