NIGHT SNOW
In the middle of the night,
blankets hugged about the body tight,
I gathered them about and rose
slipping on boots to go
into the tranquility of the garden
bright with moonlight.
Snow now fills the tracks
of man and beast.
Huge flakes drift down
breathing quietly as I,
gently riding unseen currents,
falling onto still branches,
through a silent sky.
And I stand quietly along their side,
arms held aloft and wide,
chin tipped high
in awe of night,
and snow flakes in flight;
warmed by the sight.
I live! I am alive!
annarino writes 