A Winter Rove

Shimmered moon, crystalled ring,
Delight of winter’s snowflake bling.

Gently fall to caress the face,
Finer lace, slowing pace.

Bridled bird, murmured owl,
Solitude of sound, softly now,

Response, rapacious, coyote call,
Wind leads wind, icy, raw.

Solaced sky fills the eye,
Natural balm of light on high.

Gentle Gaia gilds, altered hue,
Darkened view, dim made new.

Daylight dawns, alpenglow,
Sol paints with purest, pastel flow.

Touched and tattooed, colors me red.
Morn, night, the ageless wed.