Despite the greys and pales of day the moon

Embraced, illumed the clouds or absence of

Cast shadows down upon each snow filled grove

Each branch well-burdened, covered in sparkling frost

Made up the whole of blinding wonderland

Became a scene seen naught but in art’s fancy

Each night a glory to surpass befores

Rings out in silence, winter’s beauty hushed.

Now bring your eyes to urban slush and grey

It seems a poor companion to the first

Glance closer and the beauty shines again

High rooftops glazed with icy gaping mouths

Trees bending, lit by streetlights ‘fore the moon

Soft pale covering pavement for a day