Her resolutions remade themselves without her permission.
Reflections on the past mirrored the peace in her face.
The lines of life were all lifted by laughter and
that sweet, swaying way
of making things happen for all the right reasons.
Her smile was reserved for her selfish attention to him and her heart.
Each evening sunset held fast to the beating back of the years.
Under her tutelage time retreated to the present.
And the new fallen snow
set a white light upon her future
as her transgressions retreated,
all simply recorded as lessons
in the annals of those gorgeous, and sated, opportunities
She sat watching the dead pine needles fall from the tree.