Moonlight

Running from the snow-covered mountain in a thin blue shirt that welcomes the cold Running to the ocean that lays years away The neck of a large blue heron looks over in fear it calls out like a single note blown from a clarinet then it runs away. Running to the door that sits alone in the dark The lips of a cat open to release a curious hello it enters the door, waiting to see if anyone will follow then it runs away. Running to the aspen tree that lie ahead Snow cakes it leaves like crystalizing sugar The branches sway in the current of the night Out of breath and halted by the frozen air I stop to find the moon It sits above me shining on the path that lay ahead I look around to ensure I am alone and then I run away.