Midnight January Snowfall

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.