Walk Along

A walk along cold creek I took late one December night. To see its darkened, rippling flow and taste its frozen bite. Hoarfrost adorned each bare tree limb and ice clung to the flow of frigid waters in the brook, a winter night aglow. The blue-white fire of icy stars burned on an ebon sky, illumined by the silent moon whose gray eyes seemed to cry. Quite long I stood beside the rill and breathed chilled air divine. It seared my lungs, it stirred my soul, was rich like ancient wine. I stood and sighed until the air made cold my face and cheek, then slowly walked my circuit home and heard all nature speak. That dark and frosty night so fine which stayed outside my door, remained with me as I sought sleep, and bid my spirit soar. Walk Along 12--19-14 Common Verse