And then it
is over
Winter
tucked away so neatly for the season
Not unlike
the box of shiny ornaments in the attic from the Christmas tree
The white
peaks surround, a reminder like left over wrapping papers and ribbons
Scattered still
in the corners of the room.
Somehow we
sense she is finally through
What we have
known
The givens,
assumptions, the safety of knowing
Is suddenly
gone
The bottom
dropped out from under
Searching for
solid ground
When we were
so used to walking on feet of snow
We are left
empty
Surprised to
find ourselves suddenly without
The habit of
heavy boots and zipped up parkas
As I head
out in morning to feed the horses
Who too are
finally letting go of their winter coats.
We leave
behind the wilds of winter
Easing into
summer so civilized with folks living for cocktail hour
And we may
never see it again.
Gin Getz 
Your poetry is beautiful! I have land in Colorado but cannot afford to build on it; otherwise I would live there.
Thank you, Ann. Money should not stop you from being where you want to be. Consider all the options – there are always more than you think… feel free to brainstorm – I’ve a bit of experience learning to look beyond the usual boundaries. Get creative! Reach out…
Thank you for those beautiful words of wisdom to Ann. Hopefully someday Ron and I will just take the leap of courage!!
Karen, when you’re ready to start your new fold of Highland cattle, let me know and I’ll help you out!
How have I missed cocktail hour all these years? Where is is exactly?
Little Squaw has been holding out!
Well, you won’t find that here either, Al. I’m still here to make a living, and it’s been a long time since bartending was my work. Can’t say I much miss it.