A January Night

I step outside,

it's a cold Januarys' night.

I look up at the sky, and through smoky clouds,

the full moon gives off a gentle, white light.

The trees are bare, looking almost ominous,

as they reach towards the stars.

Stretching out their hands, ever reaching upwards,

with long, thin arms.

The night is still and quiet,

except for a gentle, cold breeze.

And every now and then, as it reaches it's crescendo,

the smell of firewood makes it's way to me.

For some reason, it all makes me feel,

more in touch with god.

I feel it's a good time, so I pray,

and thank him, for my family, keeping us together, for all I've got.

I know I should go back inside,

to where the fires' embers are aglow and warm,

but, I'm not yet ready, and as I look up at the moon,

I can see dark clouds have begun to form.

I let my mind wander

as I look up towards the heavens.

The shapes of dark blue and gray with white edges,

I let my thoughts flow with them.

Though the cold winters' air,

has brought it's sting to my face.

I find the quiet so peaceful, so calming,

it's effect has set my mind at a gentle pace.

I hate to go inside, though I know I should.

For the chill has made it's way to my bones.

So, I look up one last time, then head back,

back to a place called home.