moon
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Cold Moon
Each month I show you the same face, and you call me a different name. Now you call me Cold Moon, but I am always cold. You call me Long Night Moon, but my nights are always long, bright on one side, dark the other. I am the same, always, and you make of me… Continue reading
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Frost Moon
Death walks with me but there is no scythe. For some it's sudden, done. For others, no swift taking, but a slow evaporation, a stiffening, a brittleness, a steady sloughing of the self. This rain is heavy, loud. Fallen leaves turn black and slimy, sink into mud, slide on pavement. The moon is invisible, but… Continue reading
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Hunters’ Moon
hunters' moon the dog pulls at the leash Oct. 14, 4:02 p.m. EDT — Full Hunters' Moon. With the leaves falling and the deer fattened, it is time to hunt. Since the fields have been reaped, hunters can ride over the stubble, and can more easily see the fox, along with other animals, which have… Continue reading
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Red Moon
You took my cat from me. He flew from his body. I could not hold him. I think it was your color that called him. Same to same. Now when I see you, I hear him purr. I could not hold him. Aug. 16, 5:16 p.m. EDT — Full Sturgeon Moon, when this large… Continue reading
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Thunder Moon | Revision
It woke me at midnight. It touches everything, the photographs on the far wall, the chair that rocked me on my grandmother's lap, this bed in its summer whites. It's quiet, stealthy. If I sit still long enough, I can see it move. But the light in this room does not move. This… Continue reading
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