BY JAY WELLER
FROZEN NIGHT SKY
BITTER STARS HIDE
ALL BLACKNESS ASIDE
THE MOON’S HALOED GLOW
HOUSE ON THE HILL
PATHS WANDER THE WOODS
SHROUDED IN WHITE
HEAVY WITH SNOW
WIND BATTERS THE DOOR
CLOCK CLIMBS UP THE WALL
STAIRS WIND DOWN TO THE FLOOR
AND SNAKE THROUGH THE HALLS
NORTHERN WINDS BAWL
DARKNESS IT CALLS
WAITS LIKE A GROOM
AND FLOATS LIKE PERFUME
MEMORIES CRAWL
DAZED AND ENTHRALLED
LOST AND CONFUSED
UNDER THE SPELL OF THE MOON
GOODNIGHT NOW, GOODNIGHT MOON
GOODNIGHT NOW, GOODNIGHT MOON
GOODNIGHT NOW
GOODNIGHT NOW
GOODNIGHT MOON