Alone I sit and watch the snow
Its sound disturbs my sleeping cat
A soft, low hum so powerful
It dampens any care or woe.
Though I love the spring flowerful
Winter’s white charms can exceed that
A picturesque countryside chat
A fire, cocoa, a grand view
Made magical when shared with you
Fine dusting of powder on trees
Whispered low, “A dance, if you please.”
I am Ginger, gliding about
You my debonair Fred, no doubt!
Our dance religion, we devout.
My dress, ice blue, swirls and glitters
To the delight of cute critters.
We fall, exhausted, on the floor
Sad our bodies can do no more.
I drift off, satisfying sleep
Blurry vignettes the dreams I know
When I climb slowly from the deep
Alone I sit and watch the snow.
January 17, 2020
Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2020