Midnight Walk Back to the Cabin           

Tree shadows

ink strokes, tall and lean, on crusty

snow cover, blue canvas

under icy Yule Moon

Milky Way

a frozen malted

spilled across the sky

                             Meteorites

                             December’s diamonds

                             flung from Diana’s ears

                            Corn

                            stands poised, curled stalks

                           a frieze of wind-dancers