Night falls upon the lowly, as bright lights fade and shadows creep right before they slumber. Slowly, they fight their weary eyes to sleep and morning sits in vigil, silent; still. Winter’s moon and stars align at will, warning midnight sprites upon the hill that soon their lights will die, become nil.

Day will pass in its allotted time, while hay made as the sun shines, lingers. May the world know night’s toils in this rhyme, saying all that a heart desires. Fingers curl to grasp the cold and darkened shroud, frost descends to cover lovers avowed. Hurl the pall so all can call out loud, kissed by winter’s shadow so endowed.

moon set horizon
vanishes as mourning comes
night’s death brings on day

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2018

dVerse Poets Pub – Habun Monday: Winter Moon (Fuyu No Tsuki)


A shadowed silhouette that walks softly,
a mirage in my night. Right before my eyes
you appear, standing in profile and who dispatches
denial and plants a smile where sadness had lingered.
With the touch of bent fingers on the soft spot
of my heart, I start to feel your energy, alive
with the light you bring. And my heart sings,
songs of a well-worn love. Because, you dance
in the heaven above and with a smattering of stars,
you bless me along with cool breezes that seize
our shared comfort and allows it to prosper.
You saunter in the night, and stir my tide,
a side of me others very rarely see.
You are quite a sight in this dreary night.
And you make me delight in what your heart reveals,
I praise the evening that you appeared in my sky!
The moon in my night. The breath to my sigh.
You are the moonlight!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics: Moon-Muse