Wintry afternoon poem

Trees sway
Ever so slightly
Against a wintry
Sun-setting sky
Outside my window.

Naked branches
Tickling the blue and orangey-pink.

A gentle warm sadness
Touches my mouth and heart
For no discernible reason.

An ineffable sense of wellbeing
Suffuses my core
And seems to fill the space
Where I sit writing.

Soft, kind, mother-like.

"It's all OK, you know"
she says.