Icy Kiss–1990

Sighing softly, she looks out
the window, waiting for a sign of life.
There were no birds singing,
no dogs barking.

Winter is such a dead time.
The dark skeletons of a long-sleeping
grove of trees fade against a grey sky.

No, she thinks. No one will come.

Such is the life of the
winter’s mistress.
Held captive by the diamond-like ice
and silently dusting snow,
but longing for the rescue of love.

–1990

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