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.
