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.