Monday, January 5, 2015

Winter Moonlight


sifts through bare trees
skims the empty street
skips ahead of bitter breezes
drifts where shadows meet

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015

1 comment:

  1. Somehow I missed this one. Sifts, skims, skips, drifts- feel good on the tongue. And feels kind of like the moon moves in Colorado when there are clouds and it's cold, but the storm hasn't blown in yet.