Enough

She sings quietly
A smile on her face
A ditty from Vince
And Merry Christmas Charlie Brown
The shovel pushes
Hitting cracks in the pavement
Stopping the wrist
With a snapping ache
She wants to be happy
So she hums
While she moves the snow
To the pile.
Enough.
It seems like forever
Since she wore shorts
Or sat in the chairs beyond.
They sit like small white mountains
Lonely for company.
It’s been months
Since she saw running water at
The pond on the hill.
The birds so hungry,
They sit on the branches and wait,
As the snow whips through
They shelter on the ledge
Of the feeder that swings
She fills it again
Food scarce
Winter choking
She silently thinks
Enough.