January Moon

it January
and the moon has fallen
head first, head first into
the night to sit quietly on my lap - a white rabbit
finds no followers
in his frostbit, unfed sleepy world , this is an unknown lesser meaning
of the winter - where gossamer wings
can not fly - where zephyr winds die quickly, dying
unheard - winter is that forbidden
side of living; with snow
leaving his fingerprint
on my open window - winking at the moon
to the beat of a quiescent
human heart

i seek only
to comfort this pale
allowing forbidden estate, a room in my presence; for
together we will query the righteous
and call the waxen
to rise

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012