Hammock Moon hanging by threads unseen
held up by the stars in the sky,
swaying softlly as you nod off and dream
A cosmic cushion, an interstellar scene
replayed monthly but never quite the same
something is always different,
there is an aspect that is always changed
Tonight it is the warmth rising,
welcome but still suprising
for though you can give the season's tidings
it is not the same without a white mantle
and the winter's chill
The moon glows brighter, warmer
the stars shine and sparkle
like ornaments on a Christmas tree
for me the holiday season need not be cold
for there are other wonders one can see
without having to bundle up like an eskimo
as in my favorite Christmas song
when Nat told me so...
12-02-11
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