I don't think I have ever encountered anything
So mysterious or beautiful in my entire life
As what my eyes told me that night.
To go out playing as a child in fields of snow
In the stillness of the moonlight.
The very silence as sharp as the cold night air.
The eerinesss of hard shadows cast in deep blackness
Against the unearthly glare
Of the moon-stroked sea of white.Such wonder....
That place in summer's grip
Filled with echoing shouts from the neighbourhood kids
Now deathly silent.
The darkness I sensed, questioned our very presence,
The chillness almost unbearable.
My brother and I spoke in hushed tones
Lest we disturb the terrifying creature
We suspected lurked behind the silent mournful trees.
With our subdued play exhausted
We crunched our way home
Breathing last vestiges of heat from our mouths
That floated away like spectral Angels
Heading upwards in search of the hallowed moon.
And standing before the open fire,
Stern parents full of reprimand wondered why
We could not hide our enigmatic smiles.