The Silence

The subtlety of thee, my company, In silent reverie among these pines, Where muted snow now blankets ev’ry tree, And candlelight illumes our warm confines, I glance above the page of my Thoreau, To spy upon the fantasy of you, Where fire light hath cast a thoughtful glow, Upon my love engrossed in her haiku, And in that moment in this cabin still, Your dark myster’ous eyes rise from that page, And…