Lonely

She sits by the window watching a big black crow,            as she is looking out over the fields of snow.                    She wonders where did all the years go,                          for now time is going very slow.                                      Years of work with no joy,                                                years of tears for the one she could not enjoy.   She sits by the window,                                                   looking out over the fields of snow.                                For today it is windy and bitter cold,                                windy and bitter cold like her life of old.                            She needs warmth and love,                                            it can't be found here maybe it will come from above.  She sits by the window,                                                  looking out over the fields of snow.                                  Lonely she waits for a warm sunny day,                            a day filled with love and hugs she does pray.  Date Written: 9/15/2021   Lonely 1 Place ''L" Contest New or Old Poetry Contest                            Sponsored by: Constance La France