By Jim Bates
Bright sun reflecting off snow covered pines.
Ice crystals twinkling in merry abandon.
Hills drift into a hazy distance.
They walk hand and hand,
Touching the day with their smiles.
Hours slip by unnoticed.
Afternoon fades into dreamy twilight.
Day ends and night creeps over the cold land.
They warm themselves snug by the fireplace,
Deep into the night.
Then, a sleepy gentle caress and a sad smile,
A sweet kiss good night,
Until at last tomorrow,
When he takes her for her operation,
And leaves her all alone,
And then can doing nothing,
But sit and remember,
“I hope my stories reflect how people cope with life’s challenges.” – the writer