Winter Stars

by Seth Jani

After the salt barrens of the moon
have shaken their dark snow
over the earth, and our footsteps
with their astonished dance disappear
into the winter landscape, I like to imagine
the cold wind with its history of transfigurations
blowing away everything we believed
was solid. Through the remaining silence
the trees shed their sentinel music
and distant galaxies glint in our pupils,
all those gargantuan flames
just swallowed by a glance.