“Shangri-La”

Emerging from the drafty house alone,
she buttons up and walks tall.

Her aspect slender.
Deservedly proud.  Unrelinquished.

She leans forward striding silently through the driving rain.

Unmoved.  Undeterred.  Patient.  Smiling.

Her winter footsteps are sparks.

This is her hearth.  She is home.