The year is old and so is the moon,
a full cold and haughty moon,
a turning of the tides moon.
Aloof and frigid, she knows no humidity,
she is dry and dusty,
her atmosphere musty.
But her breath is frosty,
her eyes are full of ice
and her crown of stars is sharp as knives.
Kim M. Russell, 22nd December 2018
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Moonstruck
Toni is our host today and she’s brought us a full cold moon together with the Geminids meteor shower and the winter solstice – what a gift for a Toad poet! She has also shared some of the names Native Americans have for full moons throughout the year, and asks us to choose one of the names and write about it in a new poem (in any form except prose unless it’s a haibun) of no more than 100 words.