Beyond The Ribboned Hills Poem by Thomas Hooker

The night's stars
take on a frosty glow,
reaching down
from the sky, the
northern darkness
exemplifies the light.

There's no wind left
on a frozen lake,
while my mind takes flight,
a Leonard Cohen song walks
with me, thankful
for my senses,
I traverse smooth ice...

A golden lamp
fills the space
between the oaks,
a regal sphere shines
in silver gold,
behind the limbs
setting slowly
with divinity, beyond
the ribboned hills.