A SONNET TO THE WINTER MOON The winter months begin with this clear night.
November's full moon radiates the sky,
And touches room to mountain room with light,
Through shadowed branches,
Followed by my eye,
Awakened in the dark.
The silent call of moonlit forests,
Ancient to one's heart,
As,
Too,
It is on earth,
Comes over all,
And with this power filled,
I stand apart from daily human life's most turgid snares.
This moment turns all thinking to the mind within oneself,
And leaves one's spirit bare,
As these now leafless trees with light enshrined.
By wisdom purified of all that's done,
I am,
With winter moonlight,
Now made one.
By Isabella Fusk McFarlane,
Also known as Ladybelle.
Written on November 13th,
1989,
At Quarry Hill,
Rochester,
Vermont.
Thank you dear Isabella,
Thank you dear listener.
Much love.
Until we meet again.