I stepped out into the black winter morning.
No stars, no moon, just black.
My boots made the only noise
Crossing the icy patch to the barn.
I love the dark.
The cold dark
The cold still dark.
My chest would rise in a prayer every time.
Thank you god for this beautiful dark.
But then one morning I opened my eyes.
Or perhaps the scales fell off?
god disappeared
And behold
The cold still dark was still beautiful.
Even more so.

















