Snow flakes swirling
Web footprints artistic
Alone a robin trots flapping
Oblivious to a face against a window pane
The radio, a distant sound close by
Another hundred out of work.
Along the cliff banks the snow has stopped
Calmness prevails to the distant horizon
He stumbles a cold shiver rising hair
It was harsher back then
A face a ghostly whisper
He returns with hope
The robin rested on the windowsill