curling around
overly cold atmosphere of the night
near the tiny bits of light reflected off
snow and ice in a still and frosty
intermingling
so quiet that the movement which happens
takes and observing eye by surprise
as silent as a falling feather
not one hint gives away what is happening
those little shifts in energy can
take a whole new turn once it is figured out
wispy fog removing any sight in the distance
inquiring light dulled down to a hazy glow
thorny sharp white glare now diffused
culminating in subtle and mellow dimness
hiding movements in the murky gloom
expecting the captured moment to last
shining bright light only comes from your eyes
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