rime

sometimes i see
on moonlit nights like this
a trace of frosty mist it

delineates the darkness
i release from me always
there is more it’s necessary

without this tracing
of the inky midnight air
would i ever perceive what is

clearly here in every moment
would i ever truly receive
the luminous shivering gift of this?

©John Greenleaf-Maple – text and art 20181208

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