How can we resist the pull of the moon for this week’s prompt? It’s Haibun Monday over at dverse Poet’s Pub. This poem is adapted from one of my works of fiction with the haiku added at the end.
Snow crunches under the car’s tires. It’s black, but bright too, moonlight reflecting off the drifts around us as we wind our way up the mountain.
Our boots sink up to our ankles in the fresh layers of powder as we wade through the evergreens flanking the small clearing. We break through the trees to find a jutting rock face, a rail in front of us to hold onto as we stand atop our town. Icicles hang from the cliffs, jewels dripping in a fairy wonderland.
Up here, snow glistens blue against the moonlight, the night so clear the stars drape around us and it’s difficult to tell where the stars end and the lights of the village begin, winking below.
Love’s promise dances
before everything changes
and dreams are lost