Any More Than The Moons Aglow Poem by Mark Heathcote

There are fairies in the light
In that glowing-bulb so bright
Resin trunks - amber lockets
Wound around a ring of spirits.

Who goes there in the wilderness?
Shaking snow, light-laden deftness
Is she an angel, I, doesn't know?
Any-more-than the moon's soft glow,

Who goes there in the shadows?
Winking, when all I'm known for is frowning.
Oh, there's a seraph in the moonlight.
Owl-wing-flutters drown my soul tonight.