Winter's Midnight

The full moon whispers its secrets To the winter skies, Telling the dark clouds why its beauty Is so profound, The snow drifts eloquently, through The night it flies, Till its gently caressed by the frozen Winter ground, The trees are frosted with diamonds, Glinting with the stars, They stand tall and strong with eyes As cold as ice, The south wind covers winter tracks, Erasing the white scars, Until north wind blows again, Ripping another slice, The full moon encased in silver light, Over crystal, glows, Reflecting its prominent purity, It’s luminescent white, This exquisite rendition of silence, Traditional as a rose, There is no tender beauty like Winter’s Midnight.