Touched by the light

the sun

tiptoes its way 

into the morning

kissing the tips of the mountains

with light

snow reflecting gently

pink

so the day

slowly comes 

into focus

and becomes

brought to life by the light

my heart

frozen

dark

awaits the coming of the sun

and the son

and when the

 blessed light 

touches the cold black place

my heart warmed and

softening

lives