If I could say it with a whisper, I would.
But, the winds howled her in last night.
The traces of s n o w are her footprints.
As if to say, "See, I gave you a beautiful day of thanksgiving...
I hope it was not taken for granted."
Winter is knocking on our door, rattling our windows.
Reminding us that, invited or not, she is indeed waiting right outside.
