She rose, large and full over the winter landscape Her refulgence obfuscating her subtle beauty An oft-used looking glass, mounting the heavens Ebullient in her assent, her daily rounds A window to the the soul of the lonely traveller Hopes and fears race across her diaphanous screen A moment in an eternity, as time in a dream The gentle arc of her dance through the ether Warms all but the hardest hearts, long gone cold
