Mud to my knees:
A shattered chateau window
reflects a sickle moon.

After the train:
   the rails still softly sing
in the winter air.

The fly is cornered -
the buzzing wings are still now
as the cat's tail flicks.

Winter dragons:
   northern wind animates
      tendrils of snow.

Long night,
sickle moon,
watery light on snow.

Mount Eldon glows
greenish hue dusted with ice
in the gathering dusk.

Candle light flickers -
the smell of warm bread inside,
snow swirls in the dark.