As I look out my window tonight,
I see the moon, waning bright.
It shines across the cold white snow,
casting shadows, beside it's glow.
Pine trees stand, so tall and full,
Rooftops covered, in new fallen snow.
Stars twinkle, here and there,
A cold sharpness, to the air.
Soft winds blow, and branches rustle,
Patches of ice, reflect the sculptural.
Snowmen glisten, with bead like crystals,
While carolers sing, dressed as old minstrels.
Winter has come, it is finally here,
Soon we'll have Christmas, and Holiday Cheer.
New Year's Eve, a reflective nite,
Promises made, and then lose site.
Now the moon, rising higher and higher,
Changes all, as it seems much brighter.
A new day will dawn, and the sun will shine,
Then night time again, and the moon sublime.