Underneath

Now the earth slowly covers

layer over layer

in white

a misty gray purple blue light

and day faded into

cold night

covers my eyes

and hands

feeling for the edge.

Pull back the

curtains to see out

over the years wrecked with

blundering like feet slogged through

once if ever so briefly

fresh snowfall,

over the time it takes to

learn my heart.

Underneath, Spring is coming.