Winter Night Music
It's Fargo cold
a frozen, glazed, crazed landscape.
So we wait under
trees that wear glass overcoats
and click their fingers in the wind
shake crazed castanets.
We shiver in the dark
under stars under full moon.
Bare trees cast black shadows upon
white ice that crackles under boots,
so we click our fingers
open our overcoats--
in the moonlight
our breath hangs in the air
our light within shines.
Hush now dear
and you may hear
symphonies, harmonics, the music
of the spheres.
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~~martin~~
"It's Fargo cold...." GRAND opening to a visual, sensory masterwork! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.