Night Gives Way to Day...

A raven takes flight silently
and the powdered white snow
falls and blows softly from
the oaken fence post.
The raven disappears, a shade
fading into the black night
speckled with white, clear stars.
A single pitch feather floats
delicately and settles
on the still and glimmering
new-fallen snow.
The moon shines
bright against the
snow -- soon the shadow
of Earth overreaches the
gleaming circle and the
darkness deepens.
The white-cold wind chases
after me, laughing and
I slowly begin to laugh, too.
There is nothing to fear!
I cannot run from the
dark nor the white wind.
I lie down against
a cozy little groove
in the roots of a tree
and wrap myself
in the welcoming
blanket of shimmering snow.
The wind flies by
and occasionally stops
to tickle my feet before
weaving on through
the broad sheltering oaks.
I open my eyes
to the bright
warm morning light.
I bask for minutes
that seem like days.
Here again is the
white wind giggling,
coming to greet me.
Let's play.
Yes, let's play.
Until the end
of the day
of me
of time