The sky seems brittle, <br />an inky dome of stars. <br />Blued shadows stretching <br />to reach the fence post spars. <br />From night's last embers <br />a chimney plume ascends <br />with whiffs of maple <br />the purest night air blends. <br />Small creatures snuggle <br />in burrows 'neath the snow <br />Their dreamless slumber <br />an undisturbed tableau. <br />My crunching footfalls <br />hang on the whispered wind. <br />Pale moon suspended <br />to heaven weakly pinned. <br />A sharp crack echoes <br />from branches laden high <br />with ivory harvest <br />gathered from the sky. <br />Alone I wander <br />in this dream scape world <br />to witness nature's <br />cold beauty all unfurled. <br />I stand in meekness <br />in this realm so fair. <br />My heart finds rest here <br />in winter's midnight lair.<br /><br />Beatrice Dahlen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-walk-on-a-december-night/
