Long Night Moon

A frigid Long Night Moon

Watches me shivering

Within a horse blanket

Wishing for a slosh of whiskey

Or a cup of bitter coffee

Dying slowly

In this cold camp.

My pony stamps on hard soil

In patchy snow

Nothin’ to eat

And the stream’s frozen

His breath suspends

In the full moon night

In this cold camp.

In this cold camp

I force myself awake

Knowing if I sleep

Death waits patiently

And I'll be found

By wolves and winter's moon.

My bones will bleach here.

In this cold camp

I watch December's disk

Climb pathless skies

Taking no notice of me

Eyes closing

Seeking hopelessly to embrace the inner flame

In this cold camp.