A frosty halo, a crown so pale,
Circles the moon, a whispered tale.
Ice crystals dance, in layers unseen,
A giant's lens, on the heavens keen.

Light bends and fractures, in the frosty embrace,
A spectral ring, in the moonlit space.
Folklore whispers, of storms on their way,
But science explains the light's gentle sway.

A fleeting display, a winter's delight,
The moon's pearly glow, in an ethereal light.
The rings softly gleam, a celestial rhyme,
A touch of magic, in the vastness of time.
With sweeping rings around the moon