Poem for the Moonlight.

It is cold outside.

With just this night, in the stillness of a  year beginning.

Stargazing with mind and eye, soaking in the bright snowy white Moon.

Studying Orion as it peeps over scudding  winter clouds. 

What luck to be beneath the Heavens, feet planted firmly with gravity glue.

Looking up and out into the cold, bone-drying freeze of the Cosmos.