Look! It snowed! And there’s sky!
My mind wakes in glee as I peer
through the clear spaces on the north window,
the colors revealing the mood of the day.
Then I see the window itself, pebbled
with frozen rain that must have followed the snow.
Over the years, I have witnessed frost art galore,
great, ephemeral masterpieces, on this glass.
But never before, not once, has a scene
such as this sung its welcome to the morning.
I nod and raise my mug of coffee in salute:
Good Day.