Wednesday, December 19, 2007

December Moon

Before going to bed
After a fall of snow
I look out on the field
Shining there in the moonlight
So calm, untouched and white
Snow silence fills my head
After I leave the window.

Hours later near dawn
When I look down again
The whole landscape has changed
The perfect surface gone
Criss-crossed and written on
Where the wild creatures ranged
While the moon rose and shone.

Why did my dog not bark?
Why did I hear no sound?
There on the snow-locked ground
In the tumultuous dark?

How much can come, how much can go
When the December moon is bright,
What worlds of play we'll never know
Sleeping away the cold white night
After a fall of snow.


- May Sarton, December Moon

*Even though we live practically in the city, Adrien and I have seen a fox on our street more than once!
Painting: "The Fox Dance" by Liz Wright found at Bridgeman

1 comment:

  1. That poem couldn't have more perfectly depicted the view outside my window. It made me appreciate the magic of winter. Thank you.

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