A little something for the winter blues: “Moon Crystals” (sounds new-agey, but it’s not).
Late one night, walking home alone
With the ghostly moon sitting high above,
The deep snowy banks sparkled like glitter
As if lightly sprinkled with fairy dust.
Amazed I stood at this wonderous sight,
And like Adam at work in the Garden,
“Moon Crystals” was the name I christened them,
And with me the wonder I carried home.
(“Moon Crystals” © 2013. All rights reserved.)