The moon casts a blue outline over the back yard
White snow absorbs and reflects brightness back
Casting a bright shadow over the crisp night air
How palpable it all now appears
With eyes wide open
Over what is clear
Even as scrutiny edges and slithers
whispering in my ear
Trying to find notice
With Venus shinning bright through
The gray night sky seems to hold its breath
As aspiration struggles to become evident
Yet
Nothing comes to the surface
No matter how unbreakable a stance
Bending, folding, curving, caressing
The promise of what could be uncovered
If only it were as tangible
As the reality of demise
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