The night was loaded with omens

Greiving sky

If we go, no tree crashes

If we stay, no snow falls

The trees were barbed-wired fences

Dangerous, disregarded, and difficult

The snow fall is like metal

Wind got up

Strange wind to me

I turned off the highway

On a shaley road

Brown grass

And small outcrops

A little farther along

A small house

Neither romantic nor mystic

What a place

Put my car in gear

And moved along 

The moon was like a silver light in the sky

The moon was variations of sculptured hills

The map should fold

Coulees, cliffs, and clarity

Amazement, welcome amazement

Beautiful