Hunters’ Moon
Clear sky: full moon
wearing her ivory wedding dress
she rises on the east
above black filigrees of trees--
her veils cover the night.
Moonlight glances through crystal on
my window sill
and her light strikes the glasses
of a hunter who drags a kill.
A small eclipse tonight --
many elk spirits hang between
Earth and full moon.
Hunters sleep on the mountain
while elk herds browse all around.
--Barbara Spring
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