Lunar Woods

The darkest crevice bares the strongest light Dispersing bright sun over shadows white pale Barren trees stand against snow laden blight Tips of fresh grass poke heads above the trail The owl swoops down to the death of the mouse While winds howl free across the moons dead face Shadowed spaces hide beasts preying on Grouse Polar ponds stilled where sly fish find their place Frost bound trails that crunch and squeak with each step My arctic heart fills with calls of sleepless sounds While stars fall to escape like dreams unkept For the spawning tides of spring to abound Lifted by this arrant winter's cold night The darkest crevice bares the strongest light Rewritten October 10, 2020 Completely Your Choice Poetry Contest 24 Sponsored by Brian Strand