February
In the second month the Snow Moon shines
A riser at dusk, a cold full moon, white
–suspended.
Making trees into shadows, crooked dark lines
From an ebony sky, azimuth high, bright
–just splendid
A pair of coyotes howls
In the sapphire lunar glow
–leery
In the company of two great horned owls
But wings silent as the falling snow
–eerie
