WATERMARK

i want to tell you
how the snow looked
this morning, so thin
the warm colors
of the paving stones
shown through

I want to tell you
how squirrels play
mating games
in the cottonwoods
by twos, by threes
with no concern   
for gender

i want to tell you
how the sun moves
over the house
east to west
filling these rooms
with light

darkness moves
the same direction
window to window
i want to tell you
how i follow it
into dreams

and there you are