Dawn glistened through frost Through a morning window Through a hazy sun, leaning Against the snow on the small mountains. Without paint, I painted By opening my eyes.
We drank juice instead of coffee Ate pancakes and strawberries Put our boots on Walked Until the cabin disappeared from the canvas.
The wind shifted and took with it some leaves That fell into a stream, and swam away From where we were
And we squinted from the cold, Our new life Barely as old As breakfast.