Wolf Moon
first of the year
the wild things are restless
cold
Hunger Moon
second of the year
food stores are low
lean
Death Moon
third of the year
bare ground exposed, cupboards laid bare
empty
In this sheltered
modern life
we sit protected from the cycles
seasons
Buffered
cocooned and disconnected
immune to the dangers of the moons
the rhythms of life
we are safe
from feeling cold
inside we are safe from feeling
alive
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