The moon glistens
On the crisp, white snow
The sound from a barn owl
Collecting his family
White mist proves
I am breathing and alive
As I stand quietly
With my camera
The noise from people
The sounds of tires humming
Make me realize
The joy in this moment
A snowflake and then more
Sprinkles down on my hair
I smile as my tongue reaches
Out and catches one by one
It makes me feel
As I can get not much closer
To the baby who was
Born of a virgin
How serene and spectacular
That in the calm of the night
Our King was born
Much like a night like tonight.
Written by ,
Terry Shepherd
December 2015
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