A liquid moon moves gently among the long branches

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There is little better than a

winter night with a hearty meal, some select liquid

and your hunny with the full moon

creating shadows in the house as it moves

across the sky, dancing with the stars gently

and we full and bundled up slip among

bare trees over crisp leaves and cold water, the

night early and still cooling, no night will be as long

holding hands nearly off balance we watch through the bare branches

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A Golden Shovel Poem based on Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams