december moon

december moon
egg-shell-bright sits assuming
in moody black sky brooding
a streak of metallic threads streaming
her outstretched arm golden, reaching
across dark naked waters running deeply
in a fervor to keep from freezing
waiting for tomorrow’s solitary sun
to warm the depths from chills to win the frost
a winter’s bitter cruelty alone and lost
the moon does not see nor does she care
for anything beyond her brilliance fair
reflecting her glory in the night
the world a backdrop to her light
as all the seagulls and the fishes catch their cold a fright
and lovers holding hands under a moon-lit sky
kiss and say good-night.