To Live the Moment

The tiny lights of Christmas
Are the only signs of life
All the world is fast asleep
While I sit here writing

The grass is white
With wet, cold frost
But I sit and gaze up in wonder

Tonight the moon shines
With more radiance
Than she has shown
For one hundred and thirty-three years
My breath is seen on the cold wind
My writing had is red
The fog hides all the homes
As I sit out here
In this field

But I came here at three AM
Not to see the homes or unnatural light
I came to bathe in the silver glow
That breaks through the dense fog
Not a star is seen through the night
The fog too deep, a cover
But the moon shines through
And I can see
A sight only I behold

All others are fast asleep
Except a barking dog
They will all miss this wonder
But I sit
My bottom cold
It doesn't matter
For I can see the moon

I gaze at this force of nature
And forget the worries of man
For a few hours
I will stare up
And lose myself in the silver rays
That cast brightly against
The frosted grass