Winter Moons
Sandra Rokoff-Lizut


“---At night, the ice weasels come.”
Matt Groening, "Life in Hell"

Winter’s New Moon  
conceals ice weasels
crisscrossing whitened
landscapes to convene,
sharp teeth 
           and claws ready.

Winter’s Crescent Moon
extends long slim fingers
pulls us shaking
           from our caves.

Winter’s Half Moon
holds forth silver vials
of healing potions,
bids us to restore
           our faith.

Winter’s Grandmother
Moon safeguards,
swaddles us
in her luminous cloak
then slowly
           turns away again.