Snow Moon
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Snapshot Poem
Photo by uncle mike in knoxville Lunar Eclipse Snow Moon, Hunger Moon,for too long, the lardershave been empty. The dead come to us in dreams. They speak but we cannot hear them. The woods are quiet. Only the hiss of spiders in the snow. The fire is banked. The children sleep.Cold sighs at the door.… Continue reading

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