Hunter’s moon

Cold moon

bitter moon

huge in empty

space:

crucible of winter

bites & birds

scratch for seed.

I’m planted on the

edge of time:

blistered by this;

all that is yours

all that is mine

snaps a frozen

unison.

Cold moon

bitter moon

frost numbs

feelings crack

iced pond

shatters.

My mare whinnies

waiting at field’s edge

like me she

seeks shelter.

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