Moonlight

The moon is magnificent tonight. It is entangled in the branches of the elm tree outside my bedroom window. It’s shining through the window panes drapes opaque light across the quilt that adorns our bed. The colors of the stitched patchwork illumine and subside with each passing of a cloud before its shining. The branches seem to be preening its yellow/white surface as the wind raises and lowers each limb gently.

As the limbs move with the breeze, little clumps of snow loosen and make their way down to be absorbed by the larger body below. The falling makes it look as if the moon is raining bits of soft silvery light to Earths frozen surface.

All this is silently happening before me as I lay with my hands behind my head, sinking into the soft warmth of my pillow. My eyes grow heavy after a while and I think “ No sheep counting will be necessary this night”. Natures act outside my window quietly continues and sometime, I can’t say just when, the curtain comes slowly, gently down. And leaves me satisfied with the performance…and the peace of a long winters nap.