Large and bright, silver white
to hang against a velvet night.
Gentle wisps drifting by
painted silver in night’s sky.
Degrees down, breath seen
floating ahead a cloudy sheen.
Staring star-ward the lovers swoon
overcome by December’s Cold Moon.
One here, another there
each standing in crisp new air.
The miles between melt away
as Earth turns steadily from Day.
Thoughts run deep and re-align
connections reaching to define.
Enhancing promise of touches soon
witnessed by December’s Cold Moon.
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