For this icy rain, assaulting
the bedroom window, let me be
truly thankful,

and for the winter palette beyond:
the zinc-colored sky and clutching
branches, and this sad slice
of the neighbor’s yard

softened by frosted glass;
a composition that, with a greater measure               
of your love, I might cherish instead                         

as a small, lost Vermeer— View of Seattle
in January with Rusted Trampoline—
and hence, a miracle,

proof, once again, of the way art
can pierce an ordinary life     
and make it beautiful enough to cling to. 

Photo by naomi tamar on Unsplash