maple trees are
white-coated as clouds
while strings of christmas
lights sway to chilly wind
windows are darkening
their frames
the room becomes soft
pixel-dusted by starlight
i lean in
our eyes
catch the moon tide,
glowing
& you turn, keening to your
darkness
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrilled hosted by Lillian. This is a 44 word post, with the given word, glow. Join us for our last week of hosting before our 2 week holiday break. Thanks for the visit.
Big sigh at the end of reading this one. Just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI do love the way you catch the glow of the moon... it would be wonderful to have such a silver visit in my room
ReplyDeleteA big sigh from me too! You’ve painted such a beautiful wintry scene, Grace, in the first three couplets, white, cold and darkening windows, then the whole thing comes to life, ‘pixel-dusted by starlight’, and the twist in the final line is stunning.
ReplyDeleteI'm wondering about the sadness at the end.
ReplyDeleteI wondered about that, too.
DeleteThe winter season is not my favorite season - too cold and dark. Thanks for your comment.
DeleteIt does seem sad at the end, but lovely, too, catching the moon tide. . .
ReplyDeleteI can see those lights swinging in the chilly wind. Sounds like you are in the middle of the deep freeze there, Grace.
ReplyDeleteI can feel the softening of a dark room when the starlight starts to filter in.
ReplyDeletethe room becomes soft
pixel-dusted by starlight
Happy Holidays Grace!
Catching that glow yet staying in the dark can be good or bad, the ending could be either.
ReplyDeleteMoon glow is perfection!
ReplyDeleteI like the description of the snow on the trees as being white coated as clouds.
ReplyDeleteOh. Oh. this will surely make the moon shy!
ReplyDeleteLuv the moon glow but worry at the sad ending
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped by my blog today
Much ✏love
If it is my darkness then it is also my normal and there will be no keening heard in the night.
ReplyDeletecatching the moon-tide--I like that thought
ReplyDeleteA perfect meditation during this time of waxing darkness north of the equator.
ReplyDeleteThere is a tender sadness at the end of this Grace. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and so atmospheric Grace, I especially love the imagery in 'maple trees are white-coated as clouds while strings of christmas lights sway to chilly wind'. Wishing you and your family a blessed Christmas and New Year xxx
ReplyDelete“Pixel-dusted” is an ethereal phrase. Love the poem, and it’s surprise ending.
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