Cold Moon

This is the night of the Cold Moon

Moon of the Long Nights on the prairie
when the turn of the season is slow

and living things that herd together
snuffle and snort and shift in their sleep

and their breath is mist
and it frosts their shaggy hides

under the thin midwinter light.

The Weekly Avocet

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