Friday 13th

moon-snow

 

Full moon roars

her winter storm

 

white powder

cleaves to eave

 

liquid crystallised

as stone

 

& the land moans

primeval fear.

 

Friday 13th

a witch’s brew

 

ice & grit

life’s bones:

 

fox drops trace

on frozen path

 

sky’s glaring eye

a portent of rebirth

 

I pack a suitcase

for new dawn

 

& wait spring’s thaw.

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