Raising the shade
quietly,
softly,
slowly
onto the predawn indigo sky -
the world of white
pushes its bright glow
of moonlit iridescence
past my motionless
spellbound form
and then across the quilts
covering you.
Dark frigid limbs
balance
ridges of powder white
and reach outward silently
above the pale, glimmering
coverlet below.
Then
as I steal back
undercover
to watch
the night hours pass
from my mummied warmth -
I absorb the sound of you
breathing beside me
and see the January sky
gradually
lighten.
