The sky, lit only by a silvery moon
spreads its dark blue across the dawn.
The quiet, cold shadows of the five–o-clock hour
hover on mounds of old dirty snow
pushed aside the asphalt lot.
Hearing no sounds but our padding steps,
speaking softly while all others sleep,
“It’s so peaceful, so serene.”
The moment is ours to own the scene,
to capture on film this beautiful sight.
Our stay here ending, its time to check out,
before a new storm comes with
blowing winds heading our way.
Swirling flakes rush at our car
frosting the windshield in blizzard white.
Leaving Grant Village we turn west,
then north from Yellowstone National Park.
Joyce E. Johnson (2014)