9 o'clock, a cold winter night
I step out into the bracing cold
a steaming cup of tea in hand
To watch the moon rise,
To greet the goddess.
The cold air tingles on my cheeks,
the streets are silent
and the smell of wood smoke is in the air.
Winter 2009
Ohhh, I love this pic. Just like standing in a tunnel and watching the moon shine in all her glory.
ReplyDeleteToo bad winter is upon you. We are in summer - a time of joy for me. Winter makes me cranky. But, the Wheel of the Year will turn and you will be in summer and us in winter. Can I come and visit you??? Then you can visit me and we'll forget all about winters. LOL!