last thoughts on winter

when the world is freed

from human activity

i like to stand and listen

to the stillness

to the wind sing its lonely song

to the naked trees

i will light a small fire

and watch it tell its tale of time

watch the life of 

this material

with its secret story

curl up the air

return to the starlit sky

the neighbors' last lit window

goes dark

each element

eloquently

translating here and now

like the deep and silent snows

is

and is not