Courting the Moon
South star, courting the crescent moon,
Stark and stately, shines above the north wind.
Pine’s dancing branches float off the evergreens;
Shedding their fine pointed falling leaves.
The swaying trees, in the light of love,
drop their seeds, sending pine cones empty;
Rolling silently in the sliver of night,
To become spring’s witness
When full moon is bright.