excerpts from a forthcoming collection
Hungry Moon won’t follow me home. He hangs
firm—anchored in sky—ensnared by stars.
Behemoth, green gleam imbues me
with winter wishes for an early spring. Want is not
a tender thing.
Feed me, Hungry Moon—not niveous disdain.
Feed me your soul—misty, malachite sorrows. When
you leave me, as you must … no time to waste—
make haste. Hasten—hasten—life to land. Chase
forward Full Sap Moon and behind her, Sister Spring.
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Full Snow Moon
Full Snow Moon’s last blast of chills
foreshadow springtime’s winsome thrills.
Hungry faces hide away.
Snow Moon glows on southern bay.
Tiny buds begin to toil—
muscle through liquescent soil.
Snowy Moon winks at winsome spring
and blasts chilly kisses—farewell to winter’s fling.
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God supersized the moon today.
Over horizon, she rises loud.
Below thick moon mist
young buck stands tall and proud.
He scorns his doe for mistress moon.
Beware inconstant woman’s wiles.
grow thin …
ebb and fade
Beware this fickle mistress.
Soon she will away.
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