Searing Cold Life
Closing the door, take the first searing breath;
Twenty below on this Midwestern night.
Squeaking and squealing snow grips warm skis tight;
Diamond-strewn white reflects Nature’s true wealth.
Stand still and listen to nothing at all;
Miriam Moon floats an arm’s length above,
Jupiter, Saturn stir thoughts of lost love,
Thousands of stars echo love’s silent call.
Silence and brilliance and infinite depth,
Universe blasting from ultimate black,
Stars blaze in coalblack, o’er dark and white snow.
Feeling the coyotes all holding their breath.