Sunday, January 11, 2009

A Lustre of Midday

It's 2 am and I am pacing the floor with a backache. Stepping to the window I look outdoors. The moon is brilliant, reflecting off the snow and lighting a blue diamond sky. The words of Clement Clarke Moore came to mind...

The moon on the crest of the new fallen snow gave a luster of midday to objects below.

Surely he was walking the floor at 2 am on a moonlit night when he wrote that poem.

I am so smitten by the pale loveliness that I momentarily think of putting on coat and boots and taking a walk. But then I think of waking the neighbors' dogs and how silly I might look at 2 am if the neighbors might peek out their window. (If I lived in the country and had a good Fido dog to walk with me...I would have gone!) I take one last wistful glance before lying down to finally fall asleep.


Paula said...

I hope you were able to get some good rest last night. So sorry about your backache. Ouch....take care.

Renna said...

That was a beautiful picture you painted with your words. That line from Clement Clarke Moore has also come to me when looking out over a still blanket of snow. Granted, those times have been few, as snow for our area is not a regular occurrence. I wish it were.