With a heavy heart and prayers for those who have lost their homes and livelihoods in the fires in southern California – the love that lights a home from within will never end up in ashes

We need to separate
to see the life we’ve made,
to leave our house
where someone waits, patiently,
warm beneath the sheets,
to don layers of armor,
sweater, coat, mittens, scarf,
to stride down the frozen road,
putting distance between us
this cold winter morning,
to look back and see,
on the hilltop, our life,
lit from inside.
~Laura Foley “To See It” from It’s This 

Our bedroom suffused
in a dark dawn’s ethereal glow
from a moon-white sky,
mixing a million stars and snowflakes

A snow light covers all,
settling gently around us,
tucking in the drifting corners
of a downy comforter

I take a moment to watch you sleep,
your slow even breaths and peaceful face-
grateful for each day and night I spend with you.

I know you know ~
we remind each other
in many ways, to never forget.

What blessing comes from a love
lit from within –
thriving in the dark of night,
yet never shining brighter
than in the delights and daylights
of a new morning together.