Graceful Moonlight. (poem)

By Kitty_Cipher

A bitter cold runs through tree branches, The leaves have since departed from their home. Rustling as they blow across the rough rode, Their scent only palpable during fall. Warm coffee in hand, I lift my eyes up. Smiling down upon me are tiny twinkles, Obscured by the mist my breath creates now. The cold burns my cheeks, the moon warms my heart. Silver rays shine down through the bare tree limbs. The cold may bite, but my glimpse fulfils me.