Preparing for bed, I caught sight of the Moon riding low in the North-western sky and Muse requested that I start to write. So the first stanza was birthed, I was actually in bed and starting to drift off to sleep when Muse started to nag me about there being more...turn over - grab pen and pad...
4 am - 03 Feb 12
I
Dawn so long away
But
In the western sky
A pregnant Moon
Counts the days
As she presides
Over a frost rimed land
Hand rests on her belly
“Soon little one…soon”
II
Frost maiden’s
Scattered crystals
Accentuate
The naked trees
I never feel that it is a good idea to argue with Muse
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