a winters full moon struggles

to rise through tangled branches

strangled and held captive

by lifeless oak and birch

deep asleep in this season cold

as they stretch to the sky

with fruitless endeavor

only releasing the bright

as time and perception amend

with night conquering over all

freeing the moon on its way

to discover the mornings wish


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Great write. Very vivid description.


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Thank you Stephen, saw it on

Thank you Stephen, saw it on a walk and had to try and scratch it out, glad you liked it.