in this moment, i
am walking in the park,
in the bitter cold of the prairie winter
swaddled in scarves and hat and gloves
and layers of sweaters and jeans
shivering
shoulders hunched against the wind
and blowing snow
beneath my boots
snow is squeaking, creaking
above my head
bare branches
birds
squirrels
in this moment
breathing in the beauty around me
i am warm
late last night
the quiet veil of night
was torn away
by the howling wind
scattering the falling snow
two people ventured out
into the frigid, snowy night
leaning into the force of the wind
and i watched
as the wind
created drifts
and dunes of snow
and the blizzard
made its mark
on the wintry night
coming inside from the cold
the lens of the camera
quickly
fogs
softening the view
leaving only impressions
of ceilings
and corridors
and eerie lights
back outside,
the fog persists,
creating impressions
hints of trees
and
shadows
blending into the mist
and fractured sunlight
rising up
to celebrate
abstraction
blending
together
the
essence
of trees
of city nights
of picnic tables
of strings of lights
of people
of places
of love
of loss
of hopes
of dreams
memories