frozen blue moon

november sun burns
with a clear intensity
gradually weening us from daylight,
wrapping us in darkness
with a cloak of stars
as our nocturnal blanket
Ice conquers water
Fire feeds on boreal spruce
From isolation to infinity
the waves are squelched beneath
the arctic ice sheet
the waves are squelched
but the ice flexes
the world bends
beneath the weight
of the moon,
whose lunar light
has become our
winter sun
both wolves and men bathed
in the same blue light
there is a raven perched in
the dakness, he flies away.