A Daughter-in-Law

There is a labor soft as muted snow.
A daughter-in-law who smoothes the blankets in
And through the night she is the one who knows
How gentle is the sleep, how cold the dark has been.

She journeyed to her husband’s kin and land
And took his aging mother for her own.
Naomi knew the love of silent sand;
It is the same as muted snow on stone.