Cathedral spires jut out into the ice sky.

Three days of snow are ended;

fragile clouds scatter across a clear glowing blue.


Hard edges are softened, and a muffled stillness has

surrounded the corner of the world.


Peace walks the chambers of the heart,

and a quiet joy arises. There is something to be said for

moments alone.


I will gladly relinquish it all –

when you return.