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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