before dawn the alarm pierces the silence
arresting the gentle swell of our breathing.
my legs swing off the bed, feet contacting
the icy floor, stumbling towards the stairs.
drowsy eyed pulling one leg at a time
through long underwear,
its too dark to see clearly, its before first
light and trying not to fall down the stairs,
the dog does a few cat-cows as the shoes
go over the cold feet, the arms thread
the down jacket, the leash is secured,
and the door opens to bitter cold.
back to the early morning routine
of walking through spectactacular.
trees dressed in white, the crunch of
snow under my feet, so beautifully
one we are in winter, no one else