The Night of Winter

The night and dark comes earlier each evening lost between twilight looming on the horizon, pushing aside the sun’s revealing of the darkness that simply is. Shortening days disappear between the trees forcing the sun to fade from yellow to pale white, and the once abundant harvest dies with ease and is gone as quickly away she disappears. The dark is black and silent as it comes hovering as if it were known yet is an unfamiliar shadow that creeps in uninvited with a stinging wind that numbs threatening wet days filled with snow to cover the meadow. The sky displays tiny dots of twinkling light unmarred far distant glowing points with small icy fingers that curve around the big dipper and other unnamed stars that still stretch out to guide us on our paths unhindered. The waning moon is hidden by drifting spartan clouds barely visible as the dark takes full control and each step is carefully cautioned by our mental shrouds with an onslaught of an unassuming light snow. We are prisoners now within our homes held cold, safe from shivering but in awe of the power of the night and change of seasonal tones with a hoar frost that holds us here to spring begins the thaw. It is the winter of the full moon and morning sun touching us with a blanket of cold bare emptiness that will not soon enough be done bringing shorter days and harsh, cold cruelness. Here comes the night of winter time waiting patiently at your door. September 16, 2015