The snow is coming down
in massive snow flakes
To a ground of wet sleet
As the birds are on the table
Because they need to eat!

Good grief
The sky
Oh my oh my
Is so grey today
Looks like it’s going to burst
And shoot golf ball hail stones
at our bones
Or least of all sleet
Or snow …. More neat
But there’s a glimmer of hope
As it sails on by
And now the sky is blue
But the wind
Cuts like a knife
Freezing cold
Minus 3 I’m told!

I’m fully a female
Voluptuous at that
With a 66 year old figure
Ok yes I ‘m fat
But do I care
As I’m happy with that
And despite all
I love handbags clothes and shoes
And shop in the mews
I like to look smart
And this is an art

Mirror, mirror on the wall
am I handsome at all?
If you say  yes, I'll be delighted
if you say no, I'll not be disappointed

for I really can't gauge my look
though some pretty women each do book
me as their chaperon in some outgoing
and bribe me with their sweetest whispering-

never once did I ask
about their marital status
my poems they read passionately
and wrote to me secretly and romantically-

mirror, mirror on the wall
if you do understand me at all
why don't you say yes readily
such that I'd know my life has been lived so abundantly?