Friday the 13th

In the graveyard we walk
Through fresh fallen snow
The sound of feet crunching
Laughing as children do

The cold whips through
I pull my cape tight
As we kick snow off the graves
And read the poetry

In the moonlight
A smile illuminates
I am enthralled
By the innocence

Moments pass
Then hours
Under a moon
That is still ripe

Deer pass us
They look and you wonder
But I know
That they have a message

Go gently tonight
For tomorrow will be anew
Go gently
And enjoy the moment