hush

when the stillness of winter seeps into the world, the wings of one in flight may be heard in a breathless rhythm of time...the quietest breeze of the sleeping world stirs, releasing whispers of what was & what might be...nightfall is early but the wick easily lights to a softer hue of seeing...& the starlight draws a pattern on the midnight blue sky through clarity of air~~ an air so startling in its middle-of-the-night beauty that you know it is a gift to stand in it, to look up & to see the light come from so far, from so many places.