It’s different—
colder,
more moist,
thicker,
fresher—
the smell of night
in winter.
Gone is the lingering
scent of dust and heat
from summer’s day.
There is still dust
here
this winter;
and, regrettably,
no moisture.
But at night
in the cold,
somehow
the air
smells
fresh
and alive
and clean
and damp.
Stars,
shining white and clear
in the dark sky—
even with a slice
of bright moon—
are sparkling
company
in the deep quiet,
the balm,
of winter’s night.