Sitting at the window watching
the way snow falls on red cedars.
Night crept up too quickly
as the days shorten to hours.
You are never far from my mind
as your tree grows taller and redder.
Snow covers our world of love,
and the red cedars stand tall.
The red cedars stand tall;
they are a reminder of the blood
and the way you passed from light,
sitting at the window, watching the
way snow falls on what was our love.
C & K 