in the dawn of daylight
morning weeps snow like silence poise
falls in powder glisten within exchange I dream
squalls o’er my bed in motifs make head with
patterns shifting take I whisper inquisitive

inquiries ripple down corridors I
feel them whirl against
windows chill
forming
mist
over
frames
transparency
as though dawn had
caught me and held me brief

for reminisce in tell of early cleansing
nature appears so lacy frail yet ever waits her
destined fashion & when time is gone and paper
withers life will loose its grace even spirit faithful
that sweeps the stoop away cannot begin
to alter dawn