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.

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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