The cold winds spin round The Pole
Sending spirals of icy air southward
To meet the rising Icy Moon
not yet at it's zenith
with gaping jaws
The Hungry Moon so beautiful shines over a land that's seen less troubled days.
Wednesday, February 8, 2023
E3 commeth (c) F.Crum 2023
There's a strange feel in the air tonight - a slight warmth in the winter chill.
The leaves on deciduous trees are beginning to bud.
The luminous violet of clouds in the late night sky silhouettes bare, hanging twigs dark against the night time glow.
The night birds' songs fill the air - melodic calls and responses resonating from trees down side streets filled with tenement houses- heralding change.
An age old green comet, invisible to the naked eye, last seen by Neanderthals fills the imagination.
We wait, uncertain, for the joys of warmer weather knowing that a cold snap will arrive within hours that will chill us to the bone.
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