chagall backdrop

My neighbor’s light shines through the dense trees
between us, feathery pine branches diffract the beam
so holy such that there in the woods,
revealed now and then by the wind,
the star of Bethlehem floats,
a cross blurred gold casts frigid glow
across fields of ice, cold-blue
in the wane of yesterday’s moonlight.

© Chagall 2014