From my bedroom window
I look up the driveway between the lilac hedges
north over open fields
from where winter arrives
most days She arrives with her weather
silent and naked
I have to look for her in treetops
But today She rushes at my doorstep
Howling between the gaps in my door and windowed defenses
And declares herself clothed in the snow she’s gathered up
with skirts swirling spiralling.
She revels in her wintry wear
Freezing the blood of trees and them that hides there
Wailing her warnings, her icy cold truth, of death come quick
to each and all
in Her timing
As always a gift… Thank you!