The quiet night is broken by the swishing of skies.
Fresh, crisp the trees snap their delight at it.
The full moon rises and shows a wonder in white.
The canopy of stars surrounds an added delight.
Being out in the mystery of this wonder.
Surrounded in the hush house of soft light.
Inviting us to play and wander off into unknowns.
Enveloping us in the sting of cold and silence.
It is a wonder we don't accept the invitation.
Instead of watch and stay at windows wanting.
Waiting for the time we might join in night.
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