There Comes a Time
comes a time
old woman sat upright
in her favourite chair
at attention, somehow waiting.
the window before her seemed to shimmer
like the magic mirror in sleeping beauty.
what incantations were being cast
across the invisible space between
she and the approaching winter
they had been lovers for all her years.
now it was difficult to tell.
for time unending she had welcomed him
with open arms and open heart
but winter, north of the 49th
took no prisoners, even for a love
of such long standing.
the winter saw nought but
flaming red hair and a heat
that brought him to his knees.
quiet she sat mesmerized
as he shuffled through the leaves
the exchange was made
this was not the year ’though
her face had aged
her back was slightly bent
she loved with all her youthful passion
and that was enough for winter.
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