Moon,
drench me in December.
Feed me the briar,
Trail the icicles of gravity
down my spine.
Ground me in this
hardened
dormant soil.
Give me witch hazel flowers
sprouting from my hair.
Adorn me with Yule's gown
of brown
and gray.
Speckle my eyes with
Mercury's shadow,
Give me Owl's voice,
Crow's rigid
wing.
Bejewel my crown of dried
Oak leaves
With Taurus' red eye
Aldebaran,
Beetlejuice, and Andromeda's
armspan.
Embellish me with a solemnity
of solitude
So that my soul can sing
in these hours
of renewal.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
Moon,
drench me in December.
Feed me the briar,
Trail the icicles of gravity
down my spine.
Ground me in this
hardened
dormant soil.
Give me witch hazel flowers
sprouting from my hair.
Adorn me with Yule's gown
of brown
and gray.
Speckle my eyes with
Mercury's shadow,
Give me Owl's voice,
Crow's rigid
wing.
Bejewel my crown of dried
Oak leaves
With Taurus' red eye
Aldebaran,
Beetlejuice, and Andromeda's
armspan.
Embellish me with a solemnity
of solitude
So that my soul can sing
in these hours
of renewal.
