This Winter Night

Written by: Tara Andre

The sun has set, but the world is aglow
The light of the moon reflected by snow.
A blanket of ice, it covers the ground:
A glaze for the earth that muffles all sound.

The trees are bare like skeletons dry,
Bleached white like bones that reach for the sky.
They wait for the spring and hibernate deep;
Tucked in by snow, they dream and they sleep.

A house in the forest is covered in white,
Warmed by a fire and bathed in its light.
The people indoors look out at the sight,
Enjoying the splendor of this winter night.