i wake early and i know by the blinking red numbers on the clock
that we lost power, for a bit, sometime during the night.
i slip out of bed and peek out the window and find the world is a blanket of snow.
i slip my sweater on over my pj's and head to the kitchen, where
i open the back door and i am greeted with silence.
that deep silence that only snow can bring.
i stand, in my bare feet on, the deck and listen as
i scan the trees with their heavy branches and watch
the snow, which is still falling, float gently to the ground.
i take the dog out three times to play. . .