Suddenly so present

The careless abandon of a dachshund sleeping in our bed.

And here is a moon poem from Hayden Carruth:

Moonset

The dark will come, I said,

soon now at moonset.

And I looked and looked to see

our night-lady

so grave and magnanimous

go away

over our hill, smiling

a moment, no more, through pointed

spruces; and the dark came,

the snow turned gray.

Yet then slowly the gray

was silver, the snow-clad

spruces began to sparkle

and even the frost of the air

was illumined, a low

mazy

dance of light-specks. I

looked overhead

to the stars, suddenly

so present, so much a part

of the night. The night,

I said, is all grave

and all a dance and never

dark. And on my slow

snowshoes I danced and skipped

gravely down the meadow.

Hayden Carruth, Collected Shorter Poems; 1946-1991, 

Copper Canyon Press, 1992, pages 245-246.

What I notice about this is the beautiful dance of the varied short lines down the poem. Good night!

And this is from the winter we spent here: 2010-2011.