Startled by the sight
of lunar liftoff
I slip-slide on ice,
reel, rebalance, and
then I remember:
a full moon rising
tomorrow, tonight
penultimate night
of winter’s waxing.
The March moon shimmers
on unfrozen lake,
saluting springtime’s
assured/unassured
arrival two weeks —
per the oracles,
a frosty fortnight
of whiplash weather —
from this Monday eve.
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