The Moon in Winter
The moon in winter is a chunk of ice
Flung up in the sky for our delight.
It prompts me to reflect upon
The value of reflected light.
All that glitters is not lit from within,
But where's the sense in quarrelling
With any source of illumination?
I pass a smile to you, you pass it
Back to me—our pleasure is not less
For having shared each other's.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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