before dark

you walk
into the woods
before dark.
there is the rattle
of a moon
stuck in
the thin unleafed
branches
of winter trees.
ice is underfoot.
a bloom
of air
comes from your
open mouth.
the circle
of blue sky
is dimished with
each step you take
you walk
into the woods
before dark.
there are many ways
in. few
ways out.