In The Dark Of The Night Poem by Christine A Kysely

In the Dark of the Night
It really doesn't matter
How much snow is on the ground
Or how deep the frost has penetrated
Earth's sacred and hallowed ground.

Moonlight plays with shadow.
Moonlight listens to the wind.
Sunlight hides with daylight
Waiting patiently for the next day to begin.

The temperature dips below the mark
Of when waters can run clear and flow
The rivers have become a silent force
Beneath their smooth fascia of ice and snow.

Trees loom above the horizon
Their silhouettes like wooden lace
Their patterns created from the heavens above
No branch seems out of place.

In the Dark of the night
Heartbeats feel strong
You can feel their pulsating rhythms
Breathing and Silence go hand in hand
Proof of an existence and a reason.

(December 28,2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved