Winter's Widow

If you pass the mountains and walk through the trees, you'll find a worn lady all bundled-up sipping a cup of coffee on her porch in the mist of the cold winter morning. She admires the golden horizon as the morning sun surges its way over the snow covered mountain tops. Gaze into her eyes and you will find that she's obtained much strength, wisdom, and patience over the years along with caring and grace. Her eyes are that of a gray tint with wrinkles to encase it. The winter cold has kissed the gentle woman's round but tender and wrinkled face, making it a red-purple blend. She has a rounded nose that can smell the crisp winter air and, of course, her warm coffee. The woman’s frigid ears and grayed hair are tucked away under her toasty brown hat. The divine lady has a combination of knit and wool clothing which climbs all the way up her neck to keep her warm. With lips full and creased, she grins ever so slightly as she ponders through years past. She chuckles at all the good times and even finds herself smiling at the difficult ones. Behind her smile lies the good jokes and laughs she’s shared with good friends. With the sun shimmering off her face, she yet again sits alone with her half empty coffee cup and all her life's memories to contemplate.