In the second month the Snow Moon shines
A riser at dusk, a cold full moon, white
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
In the company of two great horned owls
But wings silent as the falling snow

Gerald Seminary

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