Snow moon when the frost blooms
and grips the land in its vice
water like glass and frozen grass
with glittering flowers of ice.
Wolf moon when the gale looms
a hunter that bites to the bone
silent and dark, freezing and stark
the earth's as hard as a stone.
Budding moon growth in the gloom
shoots thrusting up to the light
warmth from the cold, new from the old
winter is losing the fight.
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