Outside, the small squawks of geese
settling to sleep in the
Inside, one of the dogs snoring
softly at the foot of
stairs, and the last of the embers
rustling on the grate
like wind in the dried
leaves of the aspen by the roadside,
yellow in the slants of flaring sun.
Half of her face obscured from
light of the lamp as she drifts into sleep,
her feet beneath
relaxing by degrees in my lap.