You step into the night air
and feel its bite as you look skyward and see it:
the ghostly halo surrounding the moon
in a perfect pale circle,
A harbinger of bad weather, cold storms
still far beyond the mountainous horizon,
silent and stealthy, approaching
out of sight except for this faint ring of light.
But no matter. Long before the storms come,
before clouds cover the moon's soft glow,
or the first icy raindrops fall,
you will be gone,
safe inside your home, warm and protected
by walls and love and the power of life
that allows you to stand here and gaze
wonderingly and safe at this dangerous muse of light.
The picture, unlike most of them on this blog, is not mine. It is from the Flikr account of "CTD-2005" and is used with a Creative Commons permission.