Winter moon

There is a winter moon

            on cold clear nights

            that throws a light

            like no other-

            a bright that goes beyond bright

            that makes the cold grow colder,

            sucks all the warmth of color out

            and makes a beauty in detail

            never seen in light of day.

            All shapes and forms turn silhouettes,

            go flat without being flat,

            go black without being black,

            take on, beyond any number I could count,

            all the subtle shades of gray

            that startle in their clarity

            and send that shiver

            of beauty through

            my soul that cold

            and moonlight do.

                                                            BD 1/11/09