Where do we find the light hidden in the tiny crevasses of winter?
So easy to see when the sun shines upon glistening snow
or when firelight catches someones eye,
in their naked truth.
Sometimes it's simply hidden inside the silent words we read
or the familiar melodies we hear
or in the tenderest of moments we see,
just beyond our reach.
Or in the hand we touch and draw slowly to our lips,
softly nibbling a knuckle.
