'at Last You Have Come'

it began with one snowflake then there were hundreds and thousands swirling, the rusty gate opens and I glide past gnarled trees and past weeping angel statues, oh, I have no fear, for this is my home for many years I have wandered the rows and rows waiting now, I see her amid the jagged shadows of an old tree with white draped lifeless branches, she is kneeling in the snow with her hands pressed together, her face is pale, eyes closed, long dark hair tangled with snowflakes oh, sister love at last you have come . . . . _________________________________ March 13, 2019 Poetry/Free Verse/'at last you have come' Copyright Protected, ID 19-1123-428-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted to Standard Contest 575, sponsor, Brian Strand First Place