The Cabin and The Moon

It was a cold winter’s night. From the cabin window, my son watched the moon fill the night sky. A fresh blanket of snow covered the ground. The wind howled, through cracks in the walls, like wolfs in the distance. The fire, warm, kept the vision of cold outside. It was a picture of simplicity, life in black and white, enchanted by his imagination. I envied his thoughts and put them to words.


Moon Daddy, Moon.

...Listen to the night wolf cry.
As winters moon fills the sky.

Her light cast down on new fallen snow.
The river iced, her banks a glow.

While Angels dance at rivers edge,
A child whispers this silent pledge,

“In my eyes of winters past,
Let the moon-lit night forever last.”