Winter Eye

The lunar white eye of old winter glared
amazed and perplexed at our village below
(now buried beneath a week's worth of snow)
as if someone chided, "What have you done?!"

The moon seemed to leave remorsefully slow,
and then we would pray for a month's worth of sun.

Winter Eye © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: February 19, 2021