Thumbprints (the Moon)

Send us Fan MailThumbprintsThe moon, high above the freezing morning, in darkness, partly hidden behind the passing clouds, he shines blurred, upon the frozen earth, along the valleys, silent rivers, mists, fogs in season shrouds, for the longest night is approaching, the days, hours light, warmthand homeechoes of summer, memories, as across the sky of stars and fallen leaves, in shadows stillbells a-chiming, winter holds, in snow and icelife is soonand gone,in passingtime,with her [email protected]