In this desert when snow falls at dawn
my being surrenders
to the pristine and sparkly white.

I rush into the storm and let the flakes
kiss my cheeks and eyelashes,
the luminosity fill my heart.

Thrilled, I carry this light
into the bedroom where I leap
on the bed and waken my cat and mate.

I race to the window and point,
“See, see the marvel
falling from the sky?”

They blink their eyes and consider,
uncertain that the few flakes
deserve such enthusiasm.

I want to convince them,
to point out the laden piñon boughs
and the rabbit tracks in the driveway.

But instead I nestle in with them,
so they may soak in the brilliance—
the miracle that arrived at dawn.

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