past midnight
having fasted
and drank alot
crouching in the snow
looking up
to a clear, blue moonlit sky
illuminated now is
the dark frame
of a fir tree
bright, milk coloured stars
gathered
and dangling
around it's branches
the faraway, comes here
wind sways
the tree
to the sound of Lake Michigan
in the distance
- this cold world
a shining ornament
hanging on some great branch, unseen
That's beautiful.
i like it