Sister Moon
written by: Giovanni Fruncillo
In the falling snow it happened again.
I listened very closely to the sound of the forest and
saw the grey blue colors of the trees and the soft white ground.
I know I am stranger because I make my
home in the lost places where nature’s indifference
breeds fear.
But here in the bosom of the snowy woods
I am at home.
Sister moon waits for me above
the dark majestic mountains,
and the snowy field opens,
welcoming me in her cold embrace.
Here in the bosom of the snowy woods
I am at home.
My ancient family loves me and has
been waiting for me for thousands of years.
Giovanni Fruncillo is a poet and professor at a college in Northern New Jersey.
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