Ice Fog

Dec 2 2017

Ice fog, as evening descends,

turning the sky

a grey gauzy wash.

Water condensing, as the air cools,

and the full moon, a pale disc

in its softly lit corona.

I walk surrounded;

a dome of lunar light

enclosing me,

while the rest of the world

is lost to sight.

White snow, like a cat's retina

still brightly reflecting

despite the fog;

while the shadows are softly smudged,

a chiaroscuro painting

giving depth to the path.

I move through this space

of gentle contrast, watery shadow

with no need of artificial light.

The moon is enough,

nature provides.

Tonight, no stars.

Even the earth

has contracted around me;

an enchanted glow

like a winter cloak

I gather tight to my chest.