but once a year
Even when the night was clear
the clouds hung just on edge
as if waiting for the starlight
to lose humility, just enough
and give them allowance to this
a most special night.
But so far so well.
The moonlight was shining
The starlight was glamouring
The winter chill had finally dimmed
A quiet, hush flung itself across the chilled lake.
As, the smallest of creatures began
Like sparks from waxing of a candle flame
Made their ways
From the inside places, cold places, of the oldness of the world.
Shyly at first they bleed out onto the lake
Then more, they grew, finally confident in their steps.
The flowed onto the lake, taking their places.
So began a dance, that no one saw
underneath the winter solstice moon.