After midnight,
Staring out the window.
Softly drifting white,
Covering all within my sights.
Hesitant to enjoy
Such a coldly pretty view,
For fear of embracing
Even something new.

Soft snoring emanating
From yet a few feet away,
Reminding me only
Of tomorrow’s busy day.

Asleep,  should i be
Not starting through
A quiet,  cold night,
Wondering what i might
Begin to plan and make.