Sing, lady Moon, of lengthening days,
and drafts under doorways, and rising sap;
of black ice on highways, and thinning glaze
of ice on ponds, and new kittens in lap.
Sing of your pregnancy: Whom will you birth?
Reveal how your children will grow the year.
Will they bring goodness and increase our mirth?
or do they work ill, enlarging our fear?
Sing of the sparrows, the raven and hawk;
the elk and deer, seeking grass under snow;
the violet, dreaming, in ground hard as rock
of the day when it might begin to grow.
Speak, lady Moon, of winter at its height —
and the new spring that dreams beneath your light.
Enjoy the full moon this month.