Winter Garden

 In a mind's haze, numbed by age

she stumbles through the house

at night

And finds her door

And opens it

And passes through

To frosted garden

there within

the moonlit view.

There's solace here –

familiar sights that ease her fear.

She sees the birdbath

but all is ice ...

And no bird will come to bathe or drink

And she is lost and cannot think

of what she needs or what she wants.

And when she's found in frozen pose

Upon her favorite garden chair

I know that it is no mistake

that something led her there.

December 2016

(From the book Discoveries In The Dark by Doris Potter)

© Doris Potter