From a late walk in a snowy valley: silence among friends.
moon-made stars sprinkle midnight snow
through clouds of shadowy breath
thoughts guide where we go along
muffled crunch under foot.
pocketed hands, try one eye blind
see half the stars lost on lacking lines of light
bound by blind reflections in silent moments
age-old notes made on blank pages of star-specked minds.
Kulani Sol 