Through My Kitchen Window


The tree through the window seems to have lost weight.  All of it's bones are visible.  The sky is overcast and snow still rests on the ground.  Poor tree, standing vigil outside my window with no leaves to cover itself...not to mention the cold that will not let go.

The sky, overcast and gray, is holding the cold as a Granny holds her favorite cat.  Drawing warmth from each other, the cat basks and purrs as Granny closes her eyes.  The tree has no warmth.

The bony tree gazes into my kitchen window, longing for warmth yet surrounded by unending cold, a victim of the desire to stand alone...all alone in the cold.

While all of this is happening outside my kitchen window, my thoughts stray South.  A picture forms in my mind of 4 grandchildren, awaiting the arrival of grandparents.  From Western Montana to the furthermost points South, these Grandparents picture 4 small people in their arms, and can hardly wait for the upcoming trip.

My gaze still strays to the lonely tree through my kitchen window, however my thoughts are wrapped around 4 grandchildren awaiting their Grandparents' arrival.

Ken

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