Long Night Moon
In the depths of my December
I am far from April's noon
The sadness of September
Or euphoria of June
That novelty, November
Or July that makes me swoon
And the night, if it remembers
Sings its melancholy tune
No moon like frozen embers
Though I pray there will be soon
In the depths of my December
I await the Long Night Moon.
*December was known as
the Long Night Moon to
some Native American tribes
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