Poem from Mom

I thought this fitting as I sit in a dark city by the sea, listening to the sound of ships sounding their horn as they near the entrace to the harbor. Winter is here.....


"winter" by mom

skies are gray
the morning air is cold
the north wind
came in the night
and brought Winter
Gypsy and I sat
on the South porch
in the morning darkness
hoping to hang on
to our perch
on the porch
where we find
the words we write
the wind brings the stories
up the hill to us
we simply watch and listen
as the Winter wind blows