Day 38 Oak Moon — Haibun Journey View From My Window

Outside my window an oak moon shines through the branches of the maple. Its beauty lures me outside despite the cold. The night is still, no sounds or traffic. The moon is alone kissing the sky who blushes in amber tones. I think of you inside and wonder about a moonlight stroll. The cold air makes me shiver. I return inside to seek your warmth.

under the oak moon
on a cold and frosty night
you to keep me warm