Winter Moon

Then moon is looking beautiful tonight,

as if he has a smile upon his face.

The contours of his features, she can trace,

illumined by a gentle milky light.

He gazes like a sympathetic friend

as snowflakes drift like whispers to the ground,

enrobed in velvet whiteness all around.

Serenity seems softly, to transcend.

She thinks of everything that he has seen

and how he stays so tranquil and composed,

protecting mystic secrets undisclosed,

behind his subtle incandescent sheen.

At last, she breaths a faint contented sigh,

still peering through her window’s icy glass

Beyond her view, the moon will shortly pass,

as he continues sailing through the sky.