Winter Blues

While the sun glares down at the earth

With harsh rays, unforgiving

I sit cross legged in front of the hearth

Holding the woollen hat I’m knitting

The fire crackles and the flames rise up

I almost forget its time for our afternoon sup!

I rush to the kitchen to check the pot of boiling stew

And am relieved to find it turning a warm golden hue

I go back to tend to the task at hand

Away from the world of pots and pans

My work is the color of sand

That lays quietly upon a desert land

Suntanned

Dotted with vegetation, scantscant

The chilly air bites at my frail arms

As I get up to retrieve a ball of crimson yarn

The sprawling cat snatches it out of my palm

Since it her only source of play and calm

As I watch her claw and bite atat her newfound toy

My eyes light up with joy

I haven’t felt this way in a whwhile

Not since Richard walked me down the aisle

But alas it was too good to last

All that is left are tearful memories of the past

Now that winter has come around once again

I must relive the remainder of the pain

Forever in my bleeding heart he shall remain

My love, Richard, we will be united once again.