morning

snow.


so...
tracks.
before full light.


and snowy angels.
and dreams of snowmen.


and her purple corduroy snowman dress.


and hot cider
in her snowman mug
and hot coffee for her mama.


and it's funny how a few days past
I was a bit anxious about the loss -
losing the light.
losing the free.
losing the warm breezes sweeping the house.

and then we all looked out last night,
to see the rains turn to snow
(which tells of more than just this day, certainly)

...
and then I found myself closing the door,
and turning the lock.

and the furnace kicked on,
and the yellow light from the pumpkins and ghosties hanging at the top of the porch
glowed through the door's glass,
and I turned and looked at my family,
all settled in the livingroom,
ready for Together.

and everything was aglow
and everything was warm
and everything was... love.


and I knew, then,
that it was going to be quite alright.