Eve

 

With the snow the silence fell,

Making a space for dreams.

We woke, and the white world was open,

Fresh as a canvas, quiet as prayer.

 

Nothing to do but to begin,

Marring the white with every step.

Everything is irreversible,

Every move etched in the vanishing snow.

 

Tonight wonders and marvels awaken

Across this yearning planet;

We sleep, and the sleep is unbroken

Until the morning forgives us our dreams.