A bit out of place for the current weather...

but nevertheless

----You'll catch your death---

Sitting out in the snow

that night

wasn't as crazy

as you think

when you consider

it was so beautiful

my heart ached

my throat got tight

my head felt sure it might explode

from trying to contain

all the thoughts and memories

metaphors and similes

imaginings and fantasies

evoked by the sight

of shadow clouds racing across

that smooth crisp plane.

The moon gasped, a full 'oh' of delight

appreciation at the 

wonder of all it illuminated

that night.

Even in that freezing cold

in my flimsy jacket, never meant to

share in the splendour of such a sight,

even as I sat there, back against the stone cold wall

backside downside on grass frozen white,

I felt cocooned, lulled by the hush and rush

of snow-stifled wind whispers,

wrapping me tight.

And even if I had caught my death of cold

that night

unaware of the passing of time

forgetting myself

sheltered by the dark from the far too bright

inquisitive intrusion of indoor light,

perhaps it would have been somehow more right

than standing, stretching, trying to step light

but unable to avoid leaving my mark,

walking away, eyes down

so as not to upset with refreshed sight

the perfect awe I carried back

from sitting out in the snow

that night.