Falling Snow Aglow

Half-moon aglow in the southern sky is bright, at the end of the night, close mountains aglow in early sunlight, in the far mountains, higher up, beyond what I can see, the sky is snowing, the wind is blowing, that’s where I’m going, to walk and stand, under tall conifer trees, wearing my snowshoes, looking up into swirling flakes floating down to the land, they fall on my face, body and feet, we come together for a mutual greet, and in that moment, falling snow, without and within, is also aglow