O-o-o-o-h and A-a-a-a-h

From fathoms far beyond the way we understand the what and how

The moon climbs up the flight of day to lay its aura on the snow

And we for lack of words are stirred to wonder at its ageless splay

That draws our o-o-o-h-s and a-a-a-a-h-s because we cannot think what else to say

© Janet Martin

Isn't the moon-rise SO grand on winter-blue dusk?