Friday, February 10, 2017

45P/Honda-Mrkos-Pajdušáková


sharp 
distinct the smell of waking ground 
stark 
this night sky / domed endless
joined 
to the blue-green luminescence 
masked by shadows / ash to bark 
owl's call echoes off brick & bone
walking, quiet returns / thrumming / pervading 
steps muffled by 
the envelope of leaving winter 
the song of this full snow moon 

eclipse 

me 


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