Ageless graceless winds carry
The first chills of winter
Sitting on the porch seat
Waiting for some word.
The cat on her lap winds
and purrs a soulful melody
which hugs tightly to her chest.
The breeze carries a pure snowflake
Individually crafted in heaven
floating and fluttering, buffeted
Falling in deaths’ dance.
It’s one bid for freedom, felled
as it settles and melts on her cheek.
She stirs as if to remind the porch
That she lives and breathes.
A sigh escapes her rosebud lips
She waited too long in the cold
For news that will not arrive today
The cat miaows anticipating movement
Looks up to read the tired emerald eyes
Then hops onto the floor boards
Leading them from frigid winter
To the homely kitchen warmth.
Looking over her shoulder
She spots the ghost of him
walking along the pathway
Smile on his face, arms open to embrace
One fresh tear
replaces the moist patch
left by winter
Written for one stop Poetry’s one shot Wednesday