January Night
Poem
Once the snow has fallen, moonlight becomes superfluous.
Winterlight, shadow-friend, suffuses all.
The difference between night and day is a degree of iridescence.
No creature slinks towards us from the umbral woods, fangs dripping.
We are the creatures. We are the woods. We are the light and the shadow,
all slumbering together in the glow-dark hush.