Full moon setting on pines, in the early morning, after a chilly night, I follow my shadow, toward mountains in the sun, on trails bending, into a wild, wind pouring life into me, patches of snow nestle in grassy meadows, I look up at mountains rising behind mountains to dark snow clouds moving in, my body and mind relax, I move to a place to sit, in the cold, by cattails and a pond skimmed with ice, and as geese sound off high in flight, they draw my eye once again  to mountains in the sky.