Morning

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.