Serenity

Night dew's kiss

First chilly night of the year, 

Snow fell in the distant mountains, recently. 

Enchanted by the snowflakes, from the northern hills,

Icy moon rises, a glowing sphere, intermingled greys.

I step outside, night dew's kiss surprises,

Chatting with Grandma, teasing Mom's cooking.

My cupped hands hold water, longing to capture

The jewel's glow, a treasure in night's delicate flow. 

Warm bath and food, await Father's return,

Grandma's gentle concern, Grandpa's early rises, and bath first.

I shiver at morning's chill, youthful frail.

Siblings far away, my thoughts wander, hope they safe.

I gaze into my cup, seeking the ethereal glow,

Someday, a treasure to hold;

Grandma's gentle voice calls, "Wear warm clothes,"

I smile, obeying, wrapped in love's soft folds.