Blackbirds Singing Under the Moon of Sap
A moon ago, snow became the light and light the snow.
Female Staghorn Sumac, January 31, 2015
That’s the moon in the air behind. It fills it.
It was a beautiful time.
The cedar waxwings came and the rowans became them.
And the poplars burst into cedar waxwing flames.
Yeah, that’s the snow moon in behind again. There was no sky in those days.
But time did what time does, with lots of light and cloud and tricks and flashes that span the sky and it set its dogs loose to hunt a new moon.
Sun Dog, a-Hunting, Yesterday
And it’s here, chased right out of wherever the moon hides when it has other things to take care of.
It’s not a very big moon. But look what it has brought from its travels.
They’re not very many, but their trills and calls flood the air. It is a moon…
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