Forest In Moonlight Poem by Athena King

Pine trees dance through the night
lit only by snow.
Their lower branches brushing the ground
Like a noble lady's skirts as she dances a broad and sweeping waltz.
Their trunks are her rigid and upright spine
And their heads are uplifted continually to
the sun, the moon, and all of the stars.
Starlight and ice are their raiment and jewels
The breeze is their music and it lifts them in a dance that only they know.