Winter's night
By Grannyrosie
WINTER'S NIGHT Moon looping over the hillside, The circles around suggest rain, A silence descends on the valley, Except for the haunting refrain, Of the Mopoke that lives in the hollow old tree, Down by the bend in the creek. Dark clouds up above, rush hither and yon, Obscuring the moon, as they play hide and seek. A wind whips up, from someplace unknown, Rustling leaves in the trees high above. Picking up Autumn’s debris secreted, Twirling around, with a mystical love. Clothes on the line, flapping so wild, Glass rattling in window there, Winter reinforcing her residency, Making us keenly aware. Cold creeps through the cracks and the crevices, Invading my body, perched in this chair, Hands grasping the pen, now cold as ice. Toes are atingle, it’s not very nice. A whisper of sleety rain rushes by, Moon now completely erased from the sky. The whisper increases to a low steady beat, Icy tears falling from heaven’s eye. Written December 22nd, 2001 © on Dec 22 2001 08:24 AM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 10
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