Posts Tagged ‘Cold Moon’

Cold Moon, Crow Moon, Ice Moon, Wolf Moon.

The dark is calling, creeping. The cold is sliding, slithering, slinking in around door-frames, breathing at the window-panes and reaching chilled fingers down into every warm bed. Black birds crow in the early dusk, flocking, flying, murdering in the bare trees. Wolves howl to the frozen moon.

Take thee to thy dreams, human. Thou art warm-bodied and soft; too easily undone. Hide under the furs and wait; another moon is coming, and another, and another- someday, it will be spring.


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