Wakeful Winter Nights
By Eva Willes Wangsgaard
On winds of wintry dark I hear it yet,
A woman’s smothered weeping in the night,
The muffled sobs of one who can’t forget,
Who shudders more from loneliness than fright.
For when the wilderness was under snow
That even hid the friendly wagon track,
How heavily a heart would beat, to know
The weight of thoughts forever turning back!
And cottonwoods gave poor companionship
To one who felt her child was insecure,
While ice was all their stiffened limbs could grip
And “Patience” was their only signature.
On wakeful winter nights, one truth is clear:
What courage had the woman pioneer!