Winter’s moon touches
the clouded sky
never giving thought as
to how and why
brings eerie filtered light
to darkened trees
creates wandering paths
with gentle breeze
Lines of a face
seemingly tired and old
moons imprint reveal
tales it can be told
years of moonlight
shines down on earth
captures history that hide
a tales worth
Streaming yarns of
decades and their glories
the man in the moon
records their stories
he will never forget who
created it all
forming a structure so no
one would fall
cold winter’s moon
sits high in the sky
never giving thought as
to how and why
- Rhoda Galgiani