Moonset Poem by Patrick Czyz

Mid the woodland moonlit flakes halo each tree,
Coat the branches, mummified with sheets of snow.
Gleaning with sparks like little winks, night falls.

Every leaf parted, every green gone:
Summer lush and warm breezes
Faintly dimmed ‘till no more.
The birdsong feathers with silence.

The moon coldly nests its craters in the sky:
Cradled on it back, flying without wings.
A pale soul called forth from earthly shadows.
Shine not on this scene.
In the final bend sunlight awaits...now rise.