By Amanda Pizzolatto (rated G)
Up in the north, the moon hangs high
The brightest light in the still, frosty sky
Whites and blues color the scene below
As all has been hushed by the newly fallen snow
Whites and blacks hang about in the air
As snowflakes cascade down with a flair
For now it’s all so quiet out on the lawn
Awaiting the bustling of the warm, spring dawn.
LogoSophia Magazine 