The Next Moon Is The Snow Moon

the next moon is the snow moon the subheading read
and I feel sublunar to the chilling wind is all I said
not caring so much about adding to my store of knowledge.

the next moon is the snow moon the next song you hear
written by ice cold angels in the stratosphere
I want to hear the music of the snow

to see the moon in a halo of frost, rainbow painted
and know the saints are nearby
I do not want to cry when the next moon flies

I will be stoical when the snow moon lingers on
the length of a crystal song
and when the snow moon

and the lilac branching cloud it rests upon
are ghosting ghosting gone.
whistling me down the wind o
I am not your falcon.

mary angela douglas 6 february 2020