“Winter Song”
Moonlight glimmers on white birch,
Blanketing the world in a soft white glow.
A clear sky speckled with stars,
Illuminates the forest below.
The trees bend and whisper into the wind,
Haunting melodies floating all around,
Their rasping branches reach for the night sky,
As the moon bends and listens to the sound.
Snow scattered in heaps and mounds,
Reflecting the moon’s silvery sheen,
Lies dormant under the birches,
Players on a stage awaiting their scene.
The wind carries the tree’s quiet song,
Over white ribbons of water and sky,
And as I listen to its chilling chorus,
The stars reflected in my eyes,
I shiver, shrug, and go inside.
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