Evidence

As early morning darkness

Lightens behind her

As the drone of sleepless hours

Recedes into birdsong

As the tepid warming sun

Of mid-winter highlights…

The creases of her life

Written across her face

The wrinkles building moments

Into stories of a lifetime.

Her mothers knitted blanket

Coloured weaves of pattern

Falls halfway to the floor

Her one leg askew beyond

Its absence of warmth

Evidence of a fitful night…

And she knows the chill

Of the arriving day

Will brittle her resolve

In making this one different,

from yesterday.