Friday, February 10, 2017

45P/Honda-Mrkos-Pajdušáková


sharp 
distinct the smell of this waking ground 
stark 
this night sky
domed endless
joined 
to 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 


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