A Winter Night

by Duane Bristow
November 1964


The stars in silent grandeur,
spanned a sleeping valley.

Their light in myriad points,
danced on ice-fringed creeks,

and made snow blanketed fields to glisten.


The silence was broken by a snap,
as sap-filled hardwood froze and burst.
A flitting shadow slipped from the wood,
as nocturnal hunter, wily and bold,
sought, his eternal hunger, to satisfy.


The darkness of mountains rose above,

crowned now by dawn's new light.

And in the sky straight o'er head,
the stars dimmed their winter light,
to pay homage to the day,
whose coming is heralded by the dawn.


Last revised November 2011.