ready for bed
an early morning tomorrow
but she texts me
so I layer over my pajamas
tie my hiking boots
and go
up the slope, away from lights
snow and ice
sparkling in moon’s glow
my boots slip across
she points out ponds and creeks
overcome by chill and shadow
she seems disappointed
I haven’t seen them green and bright
it is unusual
but I think it’s better
the untamed darkness and cold
I’ve been sheltered from
are new and exciting
the mountain holds its breath
our adventure its secret
enchanted blankness
rough and marred by boot prints
wonderfully refreshing