I sat tonight

Reading Frost

By the dim light

The taste of cranberry

Across my tongue

As I sipped my drink.

The cold November wind

Biting my neck and 

Blowing my hair

In my face.

The soaring voice

Of a violin in my ears…

In this moment…

Content…

To let my spirit

Soar and plummet

With the notes,

Sad when the music fades…

Buoyed again

When mesmerized  by

The dance of the trees…

The wind their

Loving partner.