In the Dark of the Night

In the Dark of the Night It really doesn't matter How much snow is on the ground Or how deep the frost has penetrated Earth's sacred and hallowed ground. Moonlight plays with shadow Moonlight listens to the wind Sunlight hides with daylight Waiting patiently for the next day to begin. The temperature dips well below the mark Of when waters can run clear and flow The rivers have become a silent force Beneath their smooth fascia of ice and snow. Trees loom above the horizon Their silhouettes like wooden lace Their patterns created from the heavens above No branch seems out of place. In the Dark of the Night Heartbeats feel strong You can feel their pulsating rhythms Breathing and Silence go hand in hand Proof of an existence and a reason. (December 28, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved, except the right to forward and to share with friends - with credit --which is held to be a good idea and thus encouraged.