Late Winter Sky

Standing on the dark frozen lawn,
beneath the cold gorgeous late winter sky,
my eyes would open wider,
wide enough for the stars to fall inside.

The ice blue red shifting light of the stars,
the chill air, make me shiver with cold delight
in the deep black well of this still frozen night.

The Creator who knows me knows those stars,
lit long before He touched this clay with life.
But He knew when He filled the almost infinite sky,
I would love this icy cold beautiful night.

Night before the blizzard

I love walking out into the gravel road at nights and taking in the solitude and stillness. I did that last night. Here's what I wrote:

Still night. The early edge of a blizzard. I can see the snow-softened lights of the nearby farms. No one is on the county road just 1/8th of a mile south of me. The soft hissing of snow blowing over snow fills the blurred night landscape. The pine trees voice a distant wind-driven roar, high above my head, as I stand in the middle of the dark, muted, drifting gravel road. There are no cars. There’s no one. Just me, gazing into the dark. A peaceful, deadly dark, not for humans. It quietly, inexorably, denies us. I know this night isn’t for us, we aren’t out there. No one is. That’s what makes it so peaceful. No one is there. Only the quiet sound and soft motion of the storm. It is pure, unhurried, emotionless, unstoppable. I can’t effect the wind or snow in any way. I am powerless here, so I can relax. I can do nothing, so I can be still.