Behind the stillness of space
the wind hides its self;
yet in the void and timed space
we can feel the chill she left behind.
The moon sneaks peeks
through the shades of clouds
indiscreetly opening and closing
the sky’s celestial blades.
The loneliness of silence hangs in space;
winter has chosen her bedfellow.
All is well; night gradually blankets footprints
the journeying sunset left behind.