night in winter

just got in, its winter in new england and cold has settled into our bones and in our minds as well. the temp changes slightly from day to day but its at night when the cold muffles out the usual sounds. where the insects rule a summer night and the soft winds beckon you outside to see a shining moon at its best, the winter night is silent, almost dead. most everthing is hunkered down, barely moving. spring will come in a burst of green, the dead will rise, the earth will tilt and a brand new spirit will move among us. but for now, for a little while longer, winters boot remains. jc........buenos noches