Lesson from Samhain

The moon looks warmer than this snow of snows,
like murdered swans among this line of trees –
the cold creates itself, and comes and goes.
Beneath the snow more snow will melt and freeze,
whichever way you look is frozen smoke,
turning fields of mist to frigid seas.
The earth's own memory that now is broke
knows the loss of things it once gave birth –
and landscape – bled of color, as we woke
and saw the ghosts on interrupted earth
that lies like emptiness within us – grows
more deep, and knows the end of every birth.
The moon looks warmer than this snow of snows.
And making love we know what winter knows.

Royal Rhodes
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