Awakening

awakening to sunday's cold darkness

fringes of snow grasp trees, rocks, parked cars

sky moves from coal black, to slate grey, to grey-white--in the time it took

to scribble thoughts for a song,
to make black coffee hot and strong
to muse about the simple and true
beauties of solstice unfolding

in spirit--no I and you
as snow on pine fronds relaxes
into--oneness wearing peace