Wisconsin Winter Twilight
Scope
of stark sable space,
enfolds
the night sky above the horizon.
The deepening stillness is a landscape of
forgotten echoes
just the shattering of ice crystals
underfoot
Sheets
of frosted brilliance,
gulp
every sigh of the bristling biting wind.
Lily-cream moonlight under a frozen river
of stars,
spotlights my humbled measure.
Remaining
relentless in wide-open greatness,
Earth’s
window devours me as a mere fraction.
In a field of lightly falling snow,
my small footprints fade.
And
I remember buried colors of verve
waiting
to be forgiven by a sage sun
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