My Poem>A Freeze

A deepest winter night,

the lean little woman

hardly made her stiff hands warmed

in the hollow corner.

Her infant laying quiet in the narrow cradle

is silent, and just

has been stared at it's mother long;

listening to her thin repeat

to breathe out a spring coming.

then a chill wind opens the door suddenly,

with a wreath the fair flowery woman walks into and

passes by, around the dark house

white candles come and brightened

and on their faces soon turn bright and

glow with heaps of

glorious SMILES.