A promised scent.

Conditions are perfect.

The sky a deep navy blue

littered with stars.

The light from a half moon

glowing delicately.

No clouds to offer insulation

as the wet ground from the days

earlier attempts begins to freeze.

The air is cold, crisp, refreshing

to my soul,

and is scented with the soft promise

of snow.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016