At Night in Winter

From here I shall rise
and put on high boots
and off I shall go
into the snowy depths
down the hill.
My legs will disappear
each time I step into
the white and leave
behind chimneys
without smoke.
Under the sky
earth lies cold
and covered in
frosty comfort
brooding winter hen.
Overhead crystal
beacons shimmer
through Kelvin night
lighthouses at their mooring
beam from space.