Hovering in darkness, starlight falls to the earth…
Igniting the virgin snow beneath my feet…
I bask in solitude…
Thoughts cut by the glow of a porch light…
I remember a home…
Smoke climbs the frigid air, curling into night…
Hanging motionless, I reminisce…
Laughter…joy…
The first words of a child…
A husband’s love…
Vibrant…alive…
Imprints forever etched in frost…
Warmed by the heart…
Burned within by the moonlight…
My memories of home…
Moon Glow As Operative
Less magic, more a stimuli, a causation factor to elevate words to paint images of love and home. Cool write, warm theme - slc