In glowing cloud a half-moon shines –
A spotlight for the lake –
Where ice congeals into a rim
That crystals undertake.
I’m not quite sure how much you know
About our neighborhood –
We haunt the hills when winter comes –
We feed on frozen wood.
We make the dreamer catch her breath –
Her heart pounds with our leaps –
We startle constellation Bears
While Timpanogos sleeps.
You need not fear our forwardness –
We haven’t got a chance –
But just before we slip away –
Please catch our stealthy glance.
(5 November 2008, Pleasant Grove, Utah)
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