Last Night’s Comfort

Dumb light feels about and finds the window
Bare and early and on the slope the trees are sharp
As soon as shape describes them surely
Even grass with its grace knives the air to point clearly
Today's a world been told already
And in her room with rug and pillow
Our small daughter stirs and cries
Last night's comfort has turned hollow
And cold cuts at where she lies
Proving every naked place
I lift her, quick as light is easy
Warm into our crumpled bed
To crouch and cuddle to us closely
'til the cold is forced outside
This much of comfort must be shared
Awake I stand and draw the blinds
And in her room with rug and pillow
Our small daughter stirs and cries
Last night's comfort has turned hollow
And cold cuts at where she lies
Proving every naked place
It's too early to go out
I wait and listen to the world