Bright moon shadows fall on the crystalline snow.
The air is cold and still.
The thoughts of winters bone numbing cold
Cold that fills my heart with a deepening chill.
My mind is silent, waiting in the quiet gloom of eve.
Waiting and watching in evening void, unwilling to leave.
My eyes are focused, searching, unblinking in the light.
Winter has brought me to this long, lonesome, unending night.
Bring me the daylight, I await the morning air.
Bring me the springtime, I will find happiness there.~Jay Olson
