were pink and gray
with snow falling gently
after the moon
had sailed round and bright
through last night's wide clear sky?
And what if the icicles
had grown long and slender
in the darkness?
And what if I had slept deeply
for seven hours,
then two more?
What if I had dreamed of standing on the porch
of the cabin I used to stay in
at summer camp in the green Michigan woods
and in the dream I saw
a never seen before creature
like a large armadillo with wings,
cruising around awkwardly
and then landing in the grass nearby
and I jumped behind my door
and shut it
but on second thought
peeked out
and stepped out to ask it a friendly question
only to find out that it was friendly too?
All this has happened
since we played Scrabble
under the lamp
at our supper table
and then did T'ai Chi
at eleven or so
after listening to
the Gospel Lights
sing O Holy Night.
Life is like this.
Overflowing.
Now it is time for me
to go out and shovel some snow.