There is something supremely magical about a mid-winter moon.
It shouldn’t feel like magic, I think. It should feel like a threat. Like a dangerous, biting creature that waits to pounce. The wind is howling, carrying plumes of snow across the yard. It feels dangerous out here. The moon rides high and distant, looking down from far, far above.
But in spite of the icy bite, in spite of the shivering icy fingers that reach for me, I can’t help noticing the magic that shines from that frigid silver face. Magic seems to shiver in the air under the trees.
On a night like tonight, in the darkest part of winter, there is powerful magic in stepping outside when the moon is high and the stars are crisp. The silver of the moonlight is like dust, sifting down and coating the darkest needles of the pines that surround our deck. The light is cold and distant, but it reaches into the dark woods, lighting the crust of snow that lies beneath the trees.
I lean on the deck rail, looking out into the forest, seeing the moon’s glow spread out below me. I see mysterious tracks winding around the trunks of the trees. Are they coyote tracks? Or deer? Or are they simply the tracks of my dog as she takes her morning stroll?
I don’t know. I can’t tell from up here, but it doesn’t matter. The silvery, shivering light of the nearly-full moon is flowing down onto the snowy woods, and the dark shadows of the animal tracks only serve to prove that magic is everywhere on this icy mid-winter night.
There is something magical and strong in the silvery light of a mid-winter moon.
8 thoughts on “That Winter Moon”
I can’t even get out onto my deck. The snow has the door blocked!
And there’s more on the way! We keep our deck well shoveled: that’s where the hot tub is!
I love this one. I need to write more. This makes me want to write…
You should write! It is my best therapy, and it lets me feel like I’m still growing.
Problem is, some of us aren’t as good at it as you are!
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A winter moon on a clear crisp night is indeed a sight to behold, although I am always enthralled by a full moon any time of the year.
And it wasn’t even full yet! But the air was so incredibly clear and dry: the moonlight literally looked like molten silver.
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… and the stars … don’t forget the stars.