The lake is frozen
The snow, a blue reflection of the sky
Split by the forested horizon
A golden path bumps across the lake’s surface
Leading to the waking sun
I would like to think I see the same beauty
From this house that I would from a yurt or a teepee
But would it feel the same?
The only thing missing is my wife
She sleeps deep in the warm den
Dare I open the door
Letting light pour in
Flooding her out of the sheets?