Red Solar Earth/ Galactic Hawk Moon of Integrity, Day 8

9 Caban

Red Solar Earth

In the Dead of Winter I was born

The Sighs and Cries rang out for Days

And far into the frigid, crystal Nights

I missed New Year’s Day

Descending late – delaying

My Departure from a warm Womb

Into the cold, white World

In the Dead of Winter I was born

With black wet curly Hair

So overgrown and heavy

That “Monkey” or “Medusa” came to Mind

Little did I wish to go another Round on Earth

Or feel another mortal Wound –

My Eardrums failed to close

My Eyes so large and dark

Always saw short-sightedly

In the Dead of Winter I was born

Life leapt up - dealing Death

A feisty Blow –

 Brittle Bough and

Ice-filled Lake no Match for

Red hot Blood – the Will to be

A fresh young Heart –

Making a small Spring

In the Dead of Winter.

©Kleomichele Leeds