by Anna Grossnickle Hines
Bright as a lightbulb,
round as a pie,
the moon glows full
in the winter sky.
It's high overhead,
but far below
the moon paints pictures
on the blue-white snow.
from Winter Lights: A Season in Poems & Quilts
by Anna Grossnickle Hines
Greenwillow, 2005
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