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