I Was Born Under A Snow Moon

I was born under a Snow Moon

My first sharp breath was ice and cold

When I escaped the womb

And I was only nine months old

Winter wrapped me in her arms

As any mother would

Embraced me in her howling storm

That mocked the yowling wolf

I still love Winter though she’s brash

With icy fingers does she thrash

Feathered flakes like sparkling glass

Which makes the world seem new – at last

CCG

2024/02/17