Frost Moon

By the time the

Frost Moon lights the

Northern Bay, the

gemstone leaves have

dropped toward Earth,

and their branches—

bare and naked—

glitter in the long,

dark night,

like diamonds

*

To spot you in the rough of

winter, love,

I’ve mined through meadows full

of avalanche and

ruin,

breathing crystal clouds of strength

and fret into the cold,

sharp air,

never doubting for

a moment that

your spirit soon

will bloom here,

where flakes of sky (in shapes)

of flowered snowfall lift

my hollowed heart,

drifting to and

fro

about me,

calling life back to

the dead

and lost

and gone of me (and of)

my frozen,

shattered essence—

resting only for

a moment on my

numb,

flushed cheeks,

as if a kiss

of this

December storm turned

soft

and docile in

the sun’s apricity

and promise, for

any touch from you—

the swift,

brisk brush of

squall and snowflake down

my labored,

tattered backbone—

is enough for me

to understand

-to know-

.:to trust:.

(that you)

exist

*

If I could keep

these fragile beads of sky

from melting,

(if I)

could catch them in a bottle like

I do the

fireflies of June, I

could sort your soul

(out of a)

crowd of frosted auras—

sow you as a

.:snowdrop seed:. and

grow you as my

own small Arctic snow angel,

perhaps,

in this fallow field where

dormant dreams and

brumal violets bud

despite

a sleeping world that pays no

mind to all the

beauty here

in waiting

*

I can feel you in

the presence of

the Frost Moon—

in its ephemeral passage

(through)

the ice veil of

the night—and

I shall not give up (for)

I do not know how to:

I’ll sift and

shovel through the

wreck of winter and

its chaos,

I’ll outrun day-loss (chase)

the sands of your

.:and my own:. time,

for underneath this lunar,

pale blue lantern,

ice-crystals appear as

moondust…

I’ll spot

-I’ll catch-

I’ll get to love you soon, I know—

✨YOU✨:

my diamond in the

evanescent

Frost Moon rough

*

-Gina C. 🧚‍♀️✨