An Unreal Iowa December Night A dark so light, Here on this full moon night, The ground glistens and sparkles, For upon it the dew caressing has froze, Each green blade of grass shimmers, A silver aura of breath taking array, Lightly the breeze whispers secrets, My ears tingle from what has been shared, I begin to smirk at the breezes presents, Playfully raising to recourse my actions; The breeze stands to its feet, now appearing as a strong wind. This wind chills myself to the bone, Looking out at the perfection my soul gives my body warmth, Seeing this the wind whistles and simmers down, Now the night is calm, as it eases my mind, These images of perfection I shall always remember. ~~To my love in the sky whom I was praying to on the night described.~~