Ghostly it seems

Glimpsed in the dark

Snow falling in large flakes

Painting shifting shadows

Across the twilit land

Startled, I look again

But only shadows and snow

Gazing across the fields

No tracks are seen

No one has walked in hours

Shifting my gaze

Still ghostly, but clearer

A face it seems

Snowflakes masking details

Shaded in twilight blues

Cold it seems

Bright eyes dancing

Snow flakes melting

Dripping down blue cheeks

Breath freezing in small clouds

Lips thinly pursed, questioning

Eyes reflecting mine

Yet with a story to share

Face leaning in revealing

Shaggy hair speckled in snowflakes

A mitten-ed hand slides into view

Fuzzy, covered in snow

Pointing to the moon

Newly shining through the evening

Bringing near daylight

I pause a moment, wondering

is the invitation real

With my nod, the lips curve

A hint of a smile

As the face turns

Grabbing my old red sled

Runners shiny from use

I follow, running cross the fields

Footprints showing my track

across the virgin snow

Invitation accepted

I journey to the hill

Faintly I see my guide

Sit atop his sled

Down he goes...as I top

Laughing I watch

Snow flying off the field

Though no track is left

My turn now

I cry a whoop of joy

Speeding down the slope

Snow flies off the runners

Silver sparkles in the moonlight

A sort of mystic flame

As I fly

Reaching the bottom, slowing

I look around

smiling huge, tasting snow

No tracks by mine

Seen as I gaze back

No longer visible,

The face I followed

It matters not

The joy I feel

Payment enough for the Adventure