Evening Journey

Little cottages are far away

revealed by window light

they peer across the meadow

to travelers in the night

painted by glow of moon

and gathered from the storm

They huddle close together

keeping in the warm



Snow is deep in moonlight

It climbs to the window sill

from drifts that hide the cottage

and illuminates the chill

Lost beneath the winters white

the trail is swept away

but windows sleep upon the snow

casting light that shows the way


I trek across the fields of night

across a world of snow

Where moon paints my horizon

and a cottage that I know


Silence falls on every flake

hiding steps that follow me

obscure a passing lost forever

but ingrained in memory.

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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

". . . . ingrained in memory. . . ."

Perfect.


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arb 5 years ago from oregon Author

Thank you Nellieanna! the brevity required a double take. I suspected an impersonater,but, who could?


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Jennifer Lynch 3 years ago from Stowmarket, Suffolk.

Beautiful poem! love it


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arb 3 years ago from oregon Author

Hello Jennifer and thank you for the gracious comment.

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