It is winter

The trees have let go their leaves

And the moon

Comes full in the night

Casting silver shadows

On the sturdy ground

It falls like stained glass mystery

As lovely as that in any church

But even more precious still

Because this needs not anyone

To be what it is meant to be

And I feel so very helpless

To gather it

For you

Photography is useless here

As there are only ebony silhouettes

Against the dark

And I have only words

To weave the tender light

The birds are sleeping

The deer have bedded down

The silence is soft

And there’s not a soul around …

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ellie894 January 8, 2020

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