sometimes i see
on moonlit nights like this
a trace of frosty mist it
delineates the darkness
i release from me always
there is more it’s necessary
without this tracing
of the inky midnight air
would i ever perceive what is
clearly here in every moment
would i ever truly receive
the luminous shivering gift of this?
©John Greenleaf-Maple – text and art 20181208