Swathed in Moonlight and Mist I walk this
Winter's Eve, the silver snow crunches beneath
my feet, it's the only sound I hear, the only
sound that haunts the frosted air, the soft
blue tint from the lantern lights fall and
cast softer shadows below that dance with
the starry shine of this Night, they enrapture
my eyes with their silent splendor, they soothe
my soul with their harmonious twining, all
restless thoughts and sadness undefined are
consoled this Winter's Eve, snowflakes fall
on me like divine kisses, I feel their love
melt into me as I try to catch their snowy
intimates in my hand, no two are the same
just like the fashioning of souls, I love
their delicate Beauty for in it I can see a
reflection of me, delicate and pure, these
are the eyes I look at the world through, and
as I do I see Nature's spirit everywhere, in
the clear Silence and urban scenes, in the
cosmic energy that radiates from all life,
she is everywhere and so do I feel her this
Night, I breathe her with every precious breath.

The houses look warm and inviting nestled
against Winter's frozen landscape, they are
aflame with the hearth-fire and I wonder
what the people inside see in the Fire's
smoky array? Do they see anything or is it
just a mass of Smoke and Flames to them?

I wander through the whispering white haze of
this Winter Eve, the leaves of the neighboring
trees are frosted under the soft strokings of
her art, Eloquence speaks in the feminine
features of her ice sculptures, her loveliness
comes to life under Winter's ice-blue lips,
frozen and indulgent, I see her Beauty burning
under the cascade of her Winter Light, all
white and haunting and whiter still more, I
yearn to know the romance of her deep woods
and run with the wilds that are her, I hear
the sweet discord of bells break the chill
Silence from an abandoned belfry, a rhythm of
wings soar above me through the Sky's snowy
loft, it's an owl shining in pristine perfection
that lands in a lone pine tree, her large
golden eyes draw me into the fathomless well
of her, they seem to speak to me of truths
she has long witnessed, but are now cold and
dead, as I look into her I feel that I'm looking
into Eternity, I can see myself and the gift
that is me, into her I pray "let me be what
I have always been, all Love and Passion,
see me as I am in the unfurling of my Destiny",
though it's near Midnight in the pulse of this
Winter Eve, I feel warm and alive, my nerves
are consoled by the song of her ageless Beauty,
her chill can't touch me anymore.

January 23-24, 2002