Early Morning, With Elsa

When we leave the house this morning, into the half light of the early dawn from home’s warmth to cheek-slapping cold, high in the western sky the bright New Moon hangs like a silver penny there innocently watching over the grey mist shrouded secrets of the river. We follow the path down to the water’s edge, as the ducks shout out their clam’rous challenge see the moon now greet the dawning eastern light caught like a paper lantern in the branches of skeleton trees while, shining from the bridge, lights of gold and silver, like jewelled pearls linger in reflection and await the rising sun. 12/1/2020