Anew

Still, yet moving,

A crisp blanket

Over your hues.

A glass sheen

Over my eyes,

And snow it is

As I turn to you.

I forget where we are

In the soft flurries,

Delicate, all through.

It’s a new day,

And a cheerful one

In a world anew.

(Photo by Chandler Cruttenden on Unsplash)