First Winter Alone

Today the cold wind blowing
outside my door, for finally 
summer at an end, leaves turning to brown soon
to fall from the trees, ground coloured Autumn
gold
Branches laid bare to face the
coming harshness of winter
trees that look as If they
dead, nothing soon to do but stay Indoors,  try to beat the winter chill with Snow Ice still yet to
come
But now I have to face this coming winter all alone without my beloved wife Helen who will not be here for I'm
alone
No more to feel her love
the warmth of her body hold her hand kiss her lips all but memories now as If a distant dream of another place some other
time
For it's there Helen and Johnny once shared all, and It's there for twenty years married they did
live.