Cold moon, cold moonlight
Tucking another blanket
around the newborn.
by CarolPurington from Family Farm: Haiku for a Place of Moons
We have no newborn, but this haiku captures the way I feel as the winter night falls. When bedtime arrives I gaze out at our snowy landscape, chill and luminous in the moonlight; I am happy to slip between my flannel sheets, and tuck a warm quilt around me. Then I dream of spring when the snow is gone, when veils of green appear and when peepers in the Frog Pond sing me to sleep.
Thanks to Carolyngail who hosts the muses the first of every month. Click here to see how others are inspired.