Never ending flakes
Cold puffs of white
The frost covered grass crunches under our feet

frozen to the ground
Our sweet clouds of breath

dance in the night of tomorrow
As moon stares down

it’s light illuminating the field

glow touching the trees
Kissing the faces

of the wild

the open

I can feel the light flutter of your pulse
The beat under my palm

warm to the chill that lingers in my fingers
The December air that wraps around the tips of the pine

holding our bodies together
Midnight sings with the mockingbird
Almost here
The small chirps of the crickets

speak to us
The sound of old
The ancient time

of the world

spinning in orbit

spinning the dreams of many

The frigid air still spinning in my memory

twinkling specks in the dark sky

burning in my mind

the gentle touch

the soft remnants


floating in the cold breeze of yesterday