Journey of the New Wolf Moon
A bone moon travels across new snow
Casting light and shadow.Livestock sleep in scattered hay
Where the cold and lowly go.
Woody fingers probe the night
Stretching toward the new Wolf Moon
Grasping lunar glory
Lighting fields like noon.
Hush, hear fettered wisdom
Lying mute in snow
Past speech and reason
Beyond what we think or know.
Rabbit tracks lead toward brush
And dog tracks point toward home
But human tracks scale mountains
They meander and they roam.
The universe is a snowflake
And heaven hides in those
Who find their lives in shadows
And their destiny in snows.
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