Dawn will be here in a blink.
For now, the sky is black as ink.
The snow stopped falling hours ago,
the earth is white — the west wind blows.
A chill creeps in from window cracks.
I feel its talons at my back.
My baby slumbers by my side,
but soon her mouth will open wide,
to greet the morning with a cry.
Stay close my love — the light is nigh.
Oh, this is a lovely poem! I like the clear picture it paints and it’s also a great reminder for me right now. The Light *is* nigh. Thank you for sharing this!
Thank you so much!