Winter Moon

winter sun,
I trample frozen fields
ice mounds rocky underfoot
moonscape potholes
bewildering the naive
with nature’s tenacity
I am reluctant to cave in
drawing strength from my breath
matching the rise and fall
of Earth’s endurance
This wakeful winter air
rearranges compass points
the sun, like bubble gum
sticks pink to sky’s edge
Shrugging my shoulders
I catch the fading moon
And hear it laugh

©2014 S. Michaels


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