The pristine whiteness

broken only by the small 

tracks left by a cat

 She once enjoyed mind

games with friends and lovers but

now it is board games 

The sun gives no warmth 

today, while the roaring of

the wind usurps all

Instead of clever,

cute, or even preachy, this

is simply itself 

The weak tea light of 

dawn fails at its duty to

wake sleepers from dreams 

Old photos found that

evoke dormant memories 

but steal them as well

Boxes now empty 

wrapping discarded, cake gone;

mundane days return