impressions

the smell of cold coffee

the hush of falling snow

the brightness

and the whiteness

the coldness

and the oldness

of the world in wintertime

and here is my heart

small and feeble

waiting and watching

wondering

wandering

waiting for you

in the dark

and the cold

for your mystery

to illumine

my dusty corners

for your peace

to quiet me

in the snows

of wintertime