A WINTER MORNING

 

The cold black winter night
Yields to the pale light of morning
Stars and planets burn bright
Shining down upon snow-covered frozen ground
Dragging the canoe up a short steep embankment
Black swift water waits below
Danger hangs in the air
An orange and white fire
Red wine had been like ice
Frozen
Fins now everywhere
Breaking the calm surface
Of the black ice water
I move back to the dream
Our faces are close
Expressionless
Eyes alight
Words are delicate whispers
A light quiet question
Shines in your eyes