With every step, crunchFootsteps pack uneven ground

Prints in virgin snow

Frigid air, I stopStinging bare face, exposed neck

Winter has arrived

Nighttime is silentNighttime is silentOne car, two, an owl, a planeMy breath, then nothing

Trees bare save the snowSparkling from a half-moonAnd stars, reflected

Cloudless sky aboveIts stillness inteIts stillness interruptedSingle shooting star.

by Drew Freed

Snow Fell