“She Rose” a poem

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