Clouded glass with a blue cast is this month’s moon.
Silent in the still of frigid, Feeds my sadness.
Timeless beneath stars twinkle.
I am another of its owned shadows.
Captured, in cutout, one-dimensional.
Unaware, uncaring, unmoved.
Anything but unfeeling.
Lay upon the glisten of untouched snow.
Like branches and shrubbery, a part of the backdrop.
Another unnoticed shade of charcoal.
Against the moon’s lattice, I am flat in comparison.
Pale against its blue, luminous blanket.
Bathing, our eyes.
Chilling, our souls.
Until transparent, beneath its grandness.