Poetry by Jennifer Lagier

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Winter Moon

“It’s for the shivering abandoned moon you said.” – Beau Beausoleil

Glacial stars speckle winter sky.
Celestial bodies cling to ebony night.
With quiver and bow, Goddess Diana
prowls swirling galaxy, tracks stellar bull.
Earth’s arid valleys, desiccated ridge tops
mimic lunar landscape, thirst for long-absent rain.

Tuxedoed skunks forage in darkness.
Sated squirrels burrow among cached acorns,
inside concealed nests.
Pearly moonlight exposes furtive possum
tottering along fence line.
Temperature plummets.
Ice crystals unfold.

 

November 2021

 

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