For those of us who missed it, a poem I wrote many years ago during a chilly winter lunar event -- the triangulated dance of sun, earth, moon.
Lunar Eclipse
slide
between the gold that is you
the
cold that is everything else
dim
the snow-mirrored
night
light
soften
the tangle
of
bare branches
lick
at the edges
like
icing from a cake
curl
around my back
and
hold me there
our
warmth spilled
on
the ember moon
clouds
of our misted breath
mingled with the red stars
mingled with the red stars
(c) Beth Feldman Brandt 2008
