Red Solar Earth/ Planetary Dog Moon of Manifestation, Day 2

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 the 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 nearsightedly

 

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