Janus 26

Upon the full moons face

I saw reflected travelled light

and watched the shadows

slowly creeping ‘cross

the filament of night

on rolling hills

that I call home

I witnessed snowy silver white

until a golden orb appeared

and told me everythings

all right.

On patterned days

we see the ways that

solar rays are manifest

and from the west

we see it rise

In winter skies that

thus attest

returning light

will offer brightness

just as sleep will offer rest

Until we reach our final hour

and feel the presence

of our death.