Silently the moonglow lays a glimpse of light
over the hills and valleys…
a sheet of snow reflects the white light--
faintly, softly.
A few houses are scattered like mirages of dream-like
safety, warmth.
A light or two here and there of yellow candlelight
praises the moonglow.
This highway I drive leaves me no justice
to stay and watch the miracles of night.
Onward I go with the flashes of these dreams--
images my mind longs to partake of--
Cool, blue horizons with stars cast as lights.
But no match for the moonglow
on the snowy hills and valleys
that reflects the holy one.
Be at peace.
Theresa M
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| image by kienvirak on pixabay |
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