A poem. Winter's night. In moonlight glistening lie snow covered filds deep silence around trees…

A poem. Winter's night. In moonlight glistening lie snow covered filds deep silence around trees black and barren casting long shadows on slumbering ground. Stars without number in brilliant array aforn the night sky, Forever circling in fixed constellation, unreachable high, homes in the distance huddled together, lights burning low, Sending a message of warmth and contentment across the cold snow. By Regina Wieneck