Moonlight Snow
Moonlight Snow
The lord of the night
Rises through the trees.
Its silvery countenance dominates the dark.
Bright,
Yet cold, a frosty light
Illuminates the leaves.
The wind shredded clouds
Race through the sky.
Their tattered remnants,
like dark pennants
Fly,
But hide, with gossamer shrouds,
The Moon, ascending high.
The snow on the ground
Reflects a dark white.
A frosted heavy blanket keeps the quiet hush.
Sound
Is only in the silence found.
A monochromatic night.
N. F. Biron 2/01
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