By the fire
for the last time
the woman held her coat
out to the blaze
Warming gloves and scarf
she put them on
Orange woollen hat
set on yellowed white hair
Blizzard conditions
forecast a difficult walk
Plodding on head down
feet stumbling
Drifting snow in gulleys
trapped her footsteps
Where the bus stop should have been
she realised she was lost
Total whiteout
blurred direction
Behind snow covered footsteps
No going back
Looking for a building
Feet leaden Lips blue
Panicking heart
Sitting to catch her breath
Tired So tired
.. Just for a minute
then I'll go on
.. but which way..
Eyes closed
Face still as alabaster
Breathing slowing
They found her
sitting upright
clutching her bag
in her right hand
Bus fare in the glove
of her left
16Mar1996 CPR
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