Shadows of the Silver Moon

Deep rolling howls echo through the night,

Below a silver moon shining ever so bright.

A shadow of black and white twists to and fro,

Opening its eyes to a fresh blanket of snow.

Swords of ice dangle from heavy laden trees,

Ringing ever softly with just a gentle breeze.

Snow begins to fall; dancing as playful fairies,

Lighting up the land with the wind it carries.

The shadows begin to sway and fall,

As winter begins to shoulder its call.

A bring open field littered with mountains,

Sets forth a challenge for life's feeble bargains.

Icy and open the wind bites the cold,

Shadows creep in; sneaky and bold.

All of a sudden the snow comes to life,

The shadows give chase no matter the strife.

Bouncing like lightning and gone just as quick,

The snow returns still to play another trick.

Below the falling moon the shadows give call,

To that which guides them to glory after fall.

Long is the winter but nothing lasts forever,

Three season must approve before the next big endeavor.