The day breaks in the east
while the half moon hangs
high above in winter sky
twixt skeletal limbs of trees.
The golden glow of sun
and the silver of the moon
look down upon the barren earth
and glisten off the snow.
A slate blue sky holds them both
in sudden equilibrium,
that vanishes in an instant
as darkness gives way to light.
The new day breaks slowly,
bringing promise and hope
as the night disappears
and the moon turns to gauze.
Spring cannot be far away
I think as I witness this change,
and hope for that promise
in a winter without end.
