A hailstorm engulfed the woods.
I walked, partially sheltered by
the bare branches,
cocooned, warm in my coat as
the hailstones drummed on my head.
It passed over, the last balls of ice
bounced off my hair as
I put my hood down.
I emerged into sunshine,
a cool fresh breeze,
You can always find contentment if you walk far enough!
These gentle beams
which bathe my skin
touched the cold rock of the moon
moments before they touched me.
I sit in wonder
to the universe.
The absence of fairy lights
reveals the gloom of January.
Let’s make our own light.
Mountaintops glow orange.
on November snow.
I am breathing in the cold night air
as goose calls drift up from the estuary.
We share the same moonlight.