The Earth Goes to Sleep Moon… after the freeze
Dawn at the river –
a golden sun
rises over the horizon…
Sea smoke rises from
rushing waters where La Llorona weeps
for those who are lost, dying, or dead.
I am only one of many.
Frosted grasses and dull brown
leaves fall around my feet.
Marsh grasses bend low to the ground
I follow their lead,
feeling the peace of surrender,
the letting go
of the end of a torturous year…
A white moon is washed in
pale pink as she rises
over barren reptilian
mountains –
No mercy there.
Just empty
vast blue sky.
