the moon empty untangles

the moon empty untangles with the dawn, the blistering reds and blacks of sunset long forgotten the waking light fills the blackness without a sound and pushes every nightmare down, deeper where the light cannot go. each sparkling star now drops in the ocean of radiance flowing from the east. none stand out,none have distinction or design from the superstitions of mens minds. my wool sweater and woollen socks suffice to keep the chill from entering the body, no wind invades the tiny spaces in their weaves. like a distant storm showing its furthest tendrils, the air gleams and shallows to the west unsure of its transparency, feeling first the dark and now the thinnest light. cold like a valleys chill wind envelopes me and my nose reddens and runs, the fingers seeking warm pockets for protection. i hold a few seconds more but surrender to the bedroom door nearby, for i do not tread high upon the ridges or through the glades set far from home. upon my porch safely do i catch the light and watch night vanish like sunlight in a box with the top turned down. i close my eyes and the hills become the smell of crisp pine and the road below a wandering runnel of tire and whine. all sounds expand the morning song birds cheerful tunes and i whistle in the joy of their anticipation of the sun. no more can i stand in freezing stillness and to the door i go undoing the latch and sash and into my room i pass, one child inside, in Mothers place and home.