Beneath the shallow
Winter Moon
i watch lowly
from distant hill

pallets colors of
muted light
paints the
landscape
in shades
of
grays


lifeless trees
guard
lifeless hills
reaching up
like
bony limbs

fingers
forearms
stretching forth
to pull the moon
from high aloft

bitter cold
gropes winter's
night
still as death
beneath a grave

snow and ice
shackles earth
in cold
shadows pale
from orbs
dim light

creeping slowly
overhead
disc it arches
through
blackened sky

shadows shrink
elongating
again
sphere retreats
or' yonder ridge

once more
moon
finds a place
to rest
'til darkness
awakes
It once again