Winter Years

Steam rises from between frail hands
that cup to borrow warmth

The window frost frames white-robes fairies
layering themselves for rest

Worn-weary slippers heave a long, bleak sigh
carry sadness to the den

Where red and yellow fingers point
to silver in the mirror

and a face framed silver on the mantle 
is all that's left of remembered years

silver, side by side, remembering tears
unraveling, in the winter years