Early Morning Frost

It’s a cold winter morning when she awakens
And strolls toward the window.
A light layer of frost covers the glass;
A blanket of pearly snow swaddles the landscape.
She tilts her head and smiles.
Her finger glides along her lips
While deep in thought;
Serenity graces her face.
Fond memories from years ago
Dance within her mind.
She closes her eyes
And softly whispers a name.
Then the wind lashes against the window,
And she notices the morning frost.
Her warm fingers trace along his face,
Wiping him away,
And she returns to sleep.