Sitting in the Dark

It isn’t odd

to sit in the dark

watching night give way

to gentle morning light.

The snow

provides the entertainment

arriving in fat flakes that coat

our bare apple tree.

Passing headlights reveal

our neighbors shoveling snow.

I should shovel too but that

would cut the white blanket

I admire. Better to dimple it

with footsteps

as I leave for work.