the small candle
barely lights the room.
it is just a warmth
pulsating in the corner.
i did not draw the curtains,
they remain open. 
the world outside
is so still.
heavy snowfall dampens
and even the snow itself
falls without sound,
without trace. 
in this silence
night arrives.
the world,
white snow and darkening
tree limbs,
turns in upon itself,
closes gently. 
how many times
have i been as present
as i am tonight?
have i ever held
my breath, stilled 
myself so,
awaiting the sound
of daylight’s departure?