Thoughts of a beautiful night.

Walking with my children
as dusk settles in.
Bare branches stretch skeletal fingers
against the dark grey sky.
Crisp air, cold noses.
Birds flying in formation
towards warmth.
Tiny voices echo loudly
in the quiet of the settling night.
Yellow light spills from windows.
An almost full moon
plays peek-a-boo.
The sent of snow teases us
for what we hope might come.
Breath coming out in white puffs.
Talking about finding the beauty
in all things.
Smelling the smoke of fires
burned for warmth.
The season has changed.