The Moonbeam and the Oak

The midnight moon cast a beam of light downward upon the back of the small oak tree whose few remaining leaves seemed to tremble and quake in its light. They appeared to be hanging on long past the time of shedding as all the other trees had cast their summer coats months ago. Only the evergreen trees had any sheath of warmth protecting their branches. Prior snowfalls had left behind tufts and arches of snow clutching and clinging to the bare branches – they too not wishing to let go of the comfort and protection of the trees.

As breezes past over them carrying new energies and waves of love the leather backed leaves rustled and sounded like a soft summer rainfall echoing in the depths of the winter season. The shadow cast from the moonlight through the oak formed an almost life size snowflake in the shape of the oak tree spanning across the back of the glittering blanket of snow which covered the ground below. On that cold - frigid night there appeared a peaceful sight and the warmth of quiet serenity with everyone – the leaves, the snow, and the shadows - all resting in the protection of the moonbeam and the oak.