Wolf Moon at Tu B’Shevat
Yesterday was the birthday of trees.
And today
the first full moon of the new year
greets the morning
It hovers behind
pink streamers of cloud,
decorating the dawn
You step cautiously on the frozen
driveway- and wonder
Are these days of beginning
or of loss?
They say wolves cry not from hunger
but from mourning-
Yet, even still, the maples
are murmuring through roots
And the sap in these limbs
is preparing to rise.
So it is with the heart:
the howling.
And the healing
flow through ice.
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