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


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 clear sky enable introspection and contemplation.

My moccasin footsteps entrain meditation and solace.

The future is the question and nature is the answer.