A Dear Visit

A whistle blown Eyes drawn Vigilance escorted silence Stillness plagued the distance A woman sewing Sat on her rocking chair; swaying She looked out the window And realized the sudden billow She smiled wittingly And continued sewing quickly But, a memory hit her head Where she drifted into the past… A lake stood by her side A breeze made her rule the world Leaves fell to the ground As they willingly bowed A glimpse was sent to scan Nature’s new fan… The glimpse returned with a letter in its hand Revealing the visitor’s sincere stand… It read: “Hello dearest one, My leave was necessary then For I had to rest And hibernate Yet, I woke up last night And realized that I missed you a lot I come today as a visitor knocking on your door Hoping you’d invite me in to your house once more Sincerely, Winter…” A knock awoke the woman back to the present She looked down at her hand with deep intent… She held the sewn gift tightly And moved towards the door tenderly She smiled when she saw her dear friend once more Knocking on her door “Hello dear one,” said the woman “Hello Nature,” said her friend “Do come in Winter,” said Nature And laid the scarf she’d sewn on her shoulders…