Winter Reflections of 1966
Gin-Nie Tanner Smith
November 1,2010 copy right 2010©
During the bone chilling, damp of blue twilight…
The crunching of my lone footsteps in pristine snow…
Causes me pause as it profoundly echoes of loneliness…
Save the swirling, frosty billow of the singleness of breath.
Glancing at the new fallen snow under my foot fall…
Under which lies faint shadows of footprints prior…
That of a man accompanied by a woman and children…
Who were they, where do they dwell, that family?
Perhaps they dwell without the cozy apartment I passed…
T'was framed by lacy patterns of frost round the window pane…
The warm glow of a single lamp invitingly beckons home.
Or, perhaps they feast within that charming bistro...
With tables of happy families enveloped in savory scents…
Tummies full of nourishment and hearts filled with joy…
Parents lovingly tweaking chubby cheeks of content cherubs…
Who were they, where do they dwell, that family?
My hands shoved within the pockets of my woolen coat…
Yet tingle from the cold bite of the damp and dank…
Long for the embrace of a loving and warm touch.
My rosy cheeks long for a faithful shoulder to snuggle…
Against the winter's gale; or to share a single snow flake…
And it's unique beauty and wonders of the ages…
Those shadows underneath the now crusting snow…
They are me, and dwell within my waiting heart, that family.
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