MOTHER WINTER

The windswept fields, 

Stark and barren.

Snowdrifts rolling like 

Dunes of ancient times.

 

Some see lifelessness, 

Devoid of all hope.

I see a loving mother, 

Pulling the blankets 

Up close to her child’s chin

Blessing the child 

With her brilliant smile.

Some see life smothered, 

Struggling to break free again.

I see the child’s eyes 

Closed in peaceful slumber - 

Resting.

Mother gently strokes her child’s forehead

And dims the light - 

For a season.