The Night Opens and Closes

Mid-December moon
rises full behind the trees;
each month, I’m stunned still.
Moon, my only friend,
you’ve seen me through such phases:
who drinks with you now?
This morning, the moon
illuminates my waking,
a cold reflection.
(December 17, 2013)

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