Winter reflection/Subway poem 3

The thing no one says about winter is that 

You are so much more likely to see the sun rising

It waits a breath longer for you 

To get on your way 

To work 

There's a kindness to the winter

The soft crunch soft landing underfoot 

Blue light haze through ice branches

Foggy glasses giggle I'm sorry I can't see yet

Big blanket energy everywhere you can sit

The thing no one says about winter

Is that the snow dulls the din and you can

Hear the birds that decided to stay this year

Black capped chickadee and cardinal share

The early evening memories robins never make

Already day sinks slower lingering over it's 

Reflection in the window holding its own gaze

Gingerly touches these purple puffs, red streaks