Clear as the moon
In the sky
This night that is
Shining so bright
In the most beautiful
Of the blue
The moon glistening
On the lake below
Ripples of silver
White
And royal blue
The land so white
From the winters
Fall of snow
Crisp
Glistening from
The moons light
Tree hanging with the weight of snow
Wolves howling
Braying
On this cold, cold
Night
They see their
Kin
Way above in the sky
And one shadowy figure
In the moons light
Calling
Missing their kin
To come back in
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
8th May 2012
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