Gratitude
In winter
darkness
falls upon the trees
in afternoon
then wraps itself around the room
in shadows colored by
the grays and blues.
And in the darkness
falls another light.
The moon has traveled
to the room.
I stop and see myself -
reflection in itself.
A distance traveled, yes,
not measured
by a room.
Included in Winter Poems: Building Sound
Originally published by BlackPoppy Review
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