Hunters gather as

the pale moon rises across

the treetops... watching

Moonlit meadow

untouched by human eyes

weeps alone -

mourning.

Spider's thread

fragile intricacy

murmuring softly

in Luna's light.

Dark iris

Soft moon's glow -

Nature's calling

echoes up

and up

Winter memories

melt like the snow -

dying in the summer's warmth

to be reborn

Death

alone

freezing fangs

tear

South of NorthHaven

   lies the brook, afire,

burning in icy kisses

   left by the harvest moon