Winter From My Window Poem by Victoria Gauci

The branches of my evergreens,
Are overweight with snow,
I worry if the heaviness,
Will cause damage to their souls,
The sky is gray and silent,
There are no names called in the wind,
Streams roll down the road in paths,
Rippled, clear and thin,
Children wish to play outside,
But the snow is much too wet,
A day to cook up something sweet,
Fill the window sills with sweat,
The birds have all found shelter,
Under rootops near the seed,
The squirrels have become dependent,
On the kindness of the feed,
Footprints in the soft white snow,
Are as designs an artist drew,
Each one unique and beautiful,
With the skys' reflected blue,
The season and it's blend of looks,
Do change from day to day,
From a blast of old man winter,
To a soft and gentle spray.

1995