NIGHT ON MOUNTAIN FROST
an owl spreads wing
he swoops
down from fence pole wood
tracks the rabbit as he runs
across frosted frozen ground
the wind blows soft
icy breath breathing
on the deep dark indigo
of night
the road ahead winds
and curves
the mountains high do loom
as moonbeams sing
a sweeter song not heard
the stars so silent dance
and sway
off splendid towering peaks
shimmers of white
shadows hide from light
of day
on leaves
on limbs
on roofs
on cars
on all that eye can see
rests the breath
Old Man Winter's breathing
