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.
