Winter Moon Fields
She sits and watches
the silver of the moon
dance
in the absence of light
over winter-white fields
and sink
beneath the snow
and drown
She knows not
what she creates
but she can feel it
draining
as the black of night
becomes her day
and
in
destroying
perfection
knows
she has achieved it.
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2006
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