Waiting .

She tightened the grip over her shawl ,
As bleak winds of late December made her shiver..
All alone she sat-
In the ooze steps of her chalet,
Waiting for someone.
The wan moonlight cast silver shadows-
Over the strawberry shrubs..
She sat immobilized-
With a lantern in her puckered hands,
Waiting for someone.
A raven croaked,
Windowpanes rattled in the wind..
And insects hassled the silent night.
But she sat there solitarily..
Waiting for someone...