The light of the sun,
It’s after midnight,
Reflects, off of the, moon,
A white color, so bright in the sky,
So still, above the leafless trees,
A fresh coating of snow on the ground,
As far as I can see,
With my glasses on, or off,
There appears to be,
A smaller nickel, dime size, moon,
Hovering, out side my window, in front, of me


                                              
The original Tom Maxwell© 2021AD