I leave lit candles unsupervised on the table,
with only the cats in attendance.
I leave the car to run in defense of the cold.
I stand in the drive and watch the full moon
as it shines down on the first snowfall.
Branches dressed by day with ice
become sculpted of silver and jewels
by the light of the moon.
Tiny footprints of animals become
ebony stitches across glittering fabric
by the light of the moon.
12-4-06
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Delightful imagery. This poem has universal appeal for it sings of the sublime beauty of winter as cast in moonlight, of ice and snow, of creatures born to thrive in harsh conditions, of humanity itself spellbound by something of which it too is a part. Thank you for sharing. wj