Nighttime Freeze-Out

The snow comes. Fluttering across the moon.

Hidden stars reveal themselves, white toy helicopters spinning downward one-by-one.

 

  

Beads of water trickle, crawling upwards across the windows.

The plink-a-plink of freezing rain bats against the glass.

And the steadying rhythm licks at him and wraps itself around the moment.

Then time shivers to stop, the moment preserved, cocooned, gift-wrapped in white.