Cold and clear
I walk into the night
Thinking hurry
To the task
For it is cold
And I seek the warmth inside
When suddenly
The quietness,
The blackness,
The brilliance,
Of stars twinkling
Overhead
Captures me
And stillness
Replaces hurry
With the realization
That I miss the show
While snug within my cave.
It is only when I venture into the cold
That I experience
This gift.
1 comment:
Good description of a winter night. You can hear sounds from way, way off in the distance too.
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