The sky tossed jewels that day, a carpet
crunching under our booted feet
and lining the trails with brilliance.
That night, surely the moon painted us a curve
of shimmer through the forest, so the thought
of getting lost never crossed our minds.
Instead we shuffled our feet, stomped
and blew frosty breath into chilled hands, reluctant
to head home just yet and kill the moment.
October 21, 2009