Winter Bliss

White winter adorns the snowscape,

Turning verdant lea into silver grace,

Peeping down from glass window,

She admires a few remaining tufts of leaves,

Quivering under the weight

Of falling snowflakes,

Her deft fingers knit a sweater,

Soft wool curls and takes shape,

While the kittens  play with the ball,

Under her chair in the warm hall.

By friendly blaze  in the grate,

Reflects a pink blush on her face,

Unawares, she smiles to imagine,

Two tiny  feet and tiny hands,

That are going to fill her winters,

With tender love and heavenly warmth.