You're missing the universe while you lose yourself in the world.
A Moon moth flutter
Across a golden hue
Shimmering from a lake
As a howling echo
Surrenders to
Each ripple and wake
To remind how
A bitter frost
Brings no welcome
Nor invitation
To shivering hands
As they pen a page
And whatever may scribe
May warmth it provide
In a frost
To bring promise
Of a new day
