What is it about the crisp
December night that beckons me
outside
and compels me to look
past the tree tops
past the clouds
to the hopeful moon
and beyond?
What is it about the crisp
December night that beckons me
outside
and compels me to look
past the tree tops
past the clouds
to the hopeful moon
and beyond?
I really like this poem and the image you have chosen which so nicely matches your theme. Thanks 🙂
thanks for your kind words !