In A Winter's Silent Night

Behind the stillness of space

the wind hides its self.

Yet, in the void timed space

we can feel the chill she left exposed.

The moon stands peeking

through the shades of clouds;

indiscreetly opening and closing

the sky’s celestial blades.

The loneliness of silence

hangs in space.

Winter has chosen

her bedfellow.  All is well.

The night gradually blankets footprints

the journeying sunset left behind.