universe

the sunlight cracks open the night
like a butterfly from its cocoon
and bleeds thru the kitchen window
spreading light on the table
where I eat toast and tea

thru the window, silhouettes dart across the yard
butterflies in their wintry graves dream of summer
and of caterpillars crawling across the kitchen floor

the refrigerator hums softly to herself
as the digital minutes pass thru turquoise time again

the walls creak in bitter protest of the cold
as the garbage disposal chuckles to herself

the sun comes over the houses
breaking daylight on the slush covered street
the magic wintry darkness has faded now,
the lights are on and my knees are cold