The Warming Moon
Chris Koza
The warming moon came not a day too soon
The warming moon cast a pale strawberry glow
Open the shades open the wine and call the outsiders
A sight for sore eyes
The old woman is young again
The ground has softened
The morning is bright
The larks have returned
The devil's gone blind
We will sink into a sea of pink and ultramarine
The water is clean
So easy it seems to begin
The warming moon came not a day too soon
The wolves have moved deep into the wood
The day is good
In the capital cities and the wide open range
The altar is built on the backs
With a heavy axe
And scholar's stacks
On railroad tracks
By candle wax
Spilled on the back of an envelope
Containing a simple note
Insulating a great unknown