walking alone
under the waning moon
hot cup of tea
held in blue mittened paws

vast feet of snow
covering
muffling
this earth

nary a form in sight
but one nice
girl at the
beginning of this
night walking
delight

mind circles round
to little itches
of annoyance

tiny troubles
of minor proportions

pondering nature
hers and ours

which emotions
are off limits

seems those
that burst &
explode
in
messy ways

but dear fellow
humans
what is so
uncomfortable
about
exploring
your

shadow side?

my love
my moon

your shadows
subtle & calm

these walks with you
create me
fresh
anew