birthed into illumination;
bathed in moonlight, full
drenched in winter’s midnight silence
broken only by the claps of naked trees
dancing to melodic glacial breeze.
crisp air drawn into unsuspecting lungs
drawn once, then deeper, and again, deeper still. greedily held.
If only but a moment . savoring the taste of oak logs burning somewhere near.
Finally expelled; obliged to warm huddled hands
swirling breath suspended
absent minded to the world around,
awkward feet break crystal footprint molds
held in fields of frozen fescue stalagmites. glistening,
mirroring a celestial canopy
I dare not speak and break this moment
who would gather up the shards of shattered winter’s silence
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Submission Name: Winter's Eve
