Poetry – I Walk In the Night Amongst Crisp Air And Grape Vines

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I walk in the night amongst crisp air and grape vines.

Looking down upon the ground the frosty earth glimmers and reflects the moon as if standing on a fractal of the cosmos.

The still air and the clear sky enable introspection and contemplation.

My moccasin footsteps entrain meditation and solace.

The future is the question and nature is the answer.