New Year Snow

An original epiphany poem

My family in slumber, only I am
awake to vagrant snow that bivouacs 
at the front door, tiptoes into our estate,
hushing gravel, soundproofing the bonnets
of transfiguring cars, reading the dark
back to itself, putting the world to rights.
Alive to what awaits the waking light -
our antiphons of ‘oh’ and ‘snow’, as though
a liturgy on the living, breathing
epiphany of drifting stars that bed
down in the dirt, and finally raise
our eyes to heaven again - I will guard this
like a mislaid gift discovered under
a dismantling tree, keep watch over this
season’s last bequest of light, that guides
our journey back into a still dark world.