i wear white today in honor of the moon

not the silky purity of a virgin bride

but a luminescent silver,

a winter light and edges of an

elder’s sight

a modest illumination upon the dark of night

a glimmer of faith upon the spark of light

to rhyme and play

as a child, I might

consider the power the words consume

to hear the mystery and dreamy presence

of lovely sounds and intoxicating fragrance

allowing senses to imagine appearance

within the prism of my middle eye

now wrapping my shoulders, arms and throat

with the gentle comfort of a winter warming

tapestry white

to honor the color of the moon