Devil’s Kitchen in January

I find you in the night blues

darkness lighting the sky

a deepening continuum

colbalt to violet to midnight

walking the water’s edge

Our flat rock becomes our moving raft

traveling with an illusion

of gliding speed on capping waves

beneath Jupiter and soft magenta

Flowing water meets frozen ice

in a symphony of windchimes

a winter version of June nightsong

where the frogs have put away their banjos

and the snow sprites have adorned their bells

and all the fireflies fall

into the sky at once

shining silver dust and diamonds

adorning Seven Sisters

and studding Orion’s belt 

--Diana Tigerlily