This Snow Moon

The silver-blue light of the full moon –
the Snow Moon –
reaches a narrow sliver across my bed, 
sparkling through the crystalline tendrils
of the icicles by the window. 
Outside, the light glints 
off the snow-dusted roofs of the nearby houses 
and falls across their brick walls. 
I lie in bed 
watching the blackness of the sky, 
hoping to see faint stirrings of colour; 
the forecasted Northern Lights. 
But all there is now 
is the silvery moon, 
the black sky 
and the sparse twinkling of the brightest stars.


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