In a Winter's Silent Night

Behind the stillness of space the wind hides its self. Yet, in the void timed space we can feel the chill she left exposed. The moon stands peeking through the shades of clouds; Indiscreetly opening and closing the sky’s celestial blades. The loneliness of silence hangs in space. Winter has chosen her bedfellow. All is well. The night gradually blankets footprints the journeying sunset left behind.