Gravenhurst - Winter moon

we sit in warm rooms
outside the winter moon
shines down
on a frozen field
far beyond the edge of town
furrows ploughed
hard as mountains
we sit in warm rooms
outside the winter moon
shines down
through branches of needle trees
rake the black sky like leaves
and the stars are silent
and in our rooms
beside the fire
we talk ignoring all of the dramas
played outside
and in our rooms
beside the fire
we drink unaware of all nature's forces in our lives