In this land of grey skies
I have learned to treasure
every night with cloud breaks,
letting the light of a few stars in,
and occasionally the moon
on her path, facing East and not yet six
tonight the clouds race north
gathering in density and darkness
while the snow moon swims through
A frolicking game of hide and seek,
of this mirrored light ensues,
as I sit glued, to my window of night
