Winter Night's Moon Glow Poem by David Whalen

<center>Would you like to go with me?
Perhaps better not… to go!
I go into the woods at night you see
Neath Winter night's Moon glow

I listen for the night bird's cries
And when I hear them I know
That I'm close to where I want to be
Neath Winter night's Moon glow

For March is when Winter starts to die
It's life force ebbs and slows
The night birds cry, the cold winds sigh
Neath Winter night's Moon glow

Would you like to take that walk with me
A stroll serene and slow?
Perhaps we'll be, in luck and see
Things that we shouldn't see… or know

I'll only ask you one more time (or three)
You alone must decide to stay or go
Winter's demise waits not, for you or me
The night birds say it's so

You'll not soon forget what you're soon to see
Again! …perhaps best you not go!
the night bird cry, high in the skeletal tree
Neath Winter night's Moon glow

When Winter dies, and Jack Frost flees
And barren limbs sway to and fro
It's only fools like you and me
That dare bear witness to tortured throes

…Neath Winter night's Moon glow…


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