~ Kris Korman

the Cold moon rose
over the frozen ridge
freakishly large
icy white
lighting the
royal blue sky
and snow covered mountains

the sun was setting
provocatively
wearing silky clouds
sensuously draped
across its pulsing surface
coloring the horizon
gold and pink and violet

the swelling moon howling
from the left
the singing sun shimmering
from the right
our silence
grounding us
on the twisty road
we drove between them