The moonlight is reflecting off the glossy snow
shining like good meringue.
The ice capped snow is smooth
and curved as a women’s belly.
I can hear the wind moving the trees
yet no lose crystal can the wind find
to skitter across the snow rink yard.
It is high night yet
there is so much light splashing from
moon to snow,
snow to moon
that the scene is stage lit.
Lit with a silky, white light
not the yellow light of day
but light scrubbed pure by moon rock.
like the godseed that lives inside me
has poured out surrounding my nest
in a globe of protection.
No wind, no hurt, no ego shall enter.
A sanctuary where love and gratefulness
push away the unknown of darkness.
I leave the window
to go back to bed
to snuggle safely
in the warmth of my Love.