Journey at Night

At night in the winter, I often like taking a slow evening walk,
while stillnes of the nightime lets the winds gently talk.

The stars are bold and bright, another gift of a wintery night.
The coyotes often yelp, so far away, they bring no fright.

I often stop along the road, raise my head and listen.
At this time of the year the very hilltops glisten.

The cold snow flakes gently fall against my face, and strangely feel as 
warm as a Mothers embrace.

(c)2010 - R.W. Benjamin