It was beautiful.
Eyes to the sky, catching glimpse
of the moon peeking through bare winter branches.
Pregnant with mystery.
It rises high, fiery in golden light;
Blinding white and so very bright.
The higher it goes in the night sky,
The more the gold fades, filling in with
more white, tinged with grey.
The brisk winter air fills my lungs.
Can you smell it?
The woodsmoke was there in the mixture.
That icy burn mingling with it.
Cold fingers stuffed in pockets,
I continued my silent gaze of nature,
taking in snow so virginal white,
it laid pure around me.
Silence was enough
One could hear the snowflakes fall.
The moon continued to its trek along the night sky.
Leaving me and the rest of the world in awe.