Winter Moon
The gunmetal sky of a winter’s day
Finally ends with a brief amber glow
Darkness comes early on this January eve
Skeletal fingers of a thousand trees sway on a northerly wind
Scratching, breaking open the heavy ceiling that brought yesterday’s snow
The night visitor is in the east
The Winter Moon makes his presence known
His skyward journey now begins
Silent shadows cast on beds of white
Through the frosted glass, backlight to dreams of warmer days
The darkness of my mind’s winter can not last
As the Winter Moon always returns
So does life and the seasons, for what was feared to have been lost now begins
And deep into the woodland the winged cat makes his haunting call
The first to nest and hope is he
And in the stillness of my half-sleep
With Orion’s eyes between bare trees
The Winter Moon announces, The dark silence of this January night may be mine, but share the sky I must with the renewed life that is sure to follow me
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