I was shivering, yet I was not cold.
I was breathing deep, yet I was not tired.
Everything seemed violent -
With a strange kind of fright.
The trees were howling to each other.
Then, a slash,
A branch moaned.
A brook lay huddled against stones.
The warmth of the moon seemed far away.
Waiting, wondering was I -
What was to come?
Then like a soft song,
It snowed,
Bringing peace, perfect peace.