Moonlight in Winter
by Vaughn Neeld

Within the canyon walls
darkness settles as snow falls,
and yet moonlight
highlights tiny crystals
adrift on invisible currents.

On the riverbank,
I listen to the tinkle of water
threading small rapids
beneath encroaching ice.

Cabin windows
throw a yellow glow
across snow-crowned windrows.
I raise my face, seek the moon.
Snowflakes kiss my lips,
caress my frosted chin.
Behind me, footprints disappear,
as if I had never been.



 

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