Thursday, January 12, 2017

Chasing Orion

The air bites, snatching breath from lungs;
The moon hangs bright in the velvety darkness;
Stars wink and smile down as if to welcome earth weary pilgrims home;
The ground, covered in frozen snow and frost,
sparkles, shimmers, crunches underfoot;
And I... I walk without aid of artificial light;
I follow Orion South, along my own frozen path of light.

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