Bonus Post -- The Winter Moon

I took this picture this evening, and wrote the (love) poem for the winter solstice

The Winter Moon

Illuminating each suspended

pendulum droplet like a prism,

this icy night’s solstice moon imbues

the descended firmament of fog

with a curtain of crystalline sheen

that satiates our curtainless room

with refracted luminosity,

distributing a moonbeam’s comfort

across our alabaster comforter,

at least as so far as the luster

illumines your face, reminding me,

Love, that in the relative darkness,

even on this our year’s longest night,

such enchanting light can break the gloom.