she peered

she peered from behind the window.
snow flakes tapping
on the branches of the trees
where they lay.
swaying in rhythm.
she was not old.
she was not cold...
a spectator in that
which was before her
and that which would
be,
long after all traces
of her presence
would be swept away
by the winds of the
inevitable.
frozen in this nanosecond
moment,
and its little forever.