I Wish I could see the Full Moon

Frozen crystals abrasive against glass

tingling sound comes in surges

shuffling sounds out of silence

yet finally calm for the night

quiet and reverent

where the clouds hang close

as a blemished blue fog:

curtains hiding an entity

that reflective moon

full circle and bright

and tonight it does not peek

does not stop for clouds

neither wind nor wishes

part clouds for me to see

that full moon

and I wonder if

that white globe miles away

knows we watch for it

when it is most revealed

against the white of snow

and the dark holds of night

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