Glitter

We are going on a road trip
There will be dirt and kisses
Scuffed shoes and bruised toes
The winter moon glitters in the morning sky
We love its stillness
The Earth shuffling through time
For a brief moment we worship the bliss
It is frosty and bleak
Our cheeks are pink
Steam permeates the house
A churning feeling
A surge of power
We know our part
Give the shepherd his milk
The stable is full of lambs
New life moaning and grazing on the hay
There is a new bar of thought
We are moving in reality
Not in our head
We look forward to the kisses most
They glitter and shine too
How we love the moon.