In a Winter's Silent Night

Behind the stillness of space the wind hides its self; yet in the void and timed space we can feel the chill she left behind. The moon stands peeking through the shades of clouds; indiscreetly opening and closing the sky’s celestial blades. The loneliness of silence hangs in space; winter has chosen her bedfellow. All is well; night gradually blankets footprints the journeying sunset left behind.