I love a winter’s night-
a night so still and majestic
that words cannot be found,
or poetic lines composed,
to capture beauty such as this.

Overhead-
a starlit sky-
like scintillating black ice-
below-
sparkling snow quilts the ground,
trapping in between-
air that crackles with every breath-
breath that is but a frozen shroud-
that sublimes away in a crystal cloud.