Closing the gates
Orion is slipping sideways, chasing Jupiter.
This mighty hunter will catch it in a hundred days or more.
Catch and release; the noble dance.
The Full moon plods on, ignoring the hunt.
They march to sidereal time, a near eternal heaven.
A clockwork cast, oblivious to their audience.
Fields glow silver under the Celtic ice moon.
Hidden in the shadows hungry foxes slink.
Ravenous badgers shuffle, following cold scented air.
I am stunned into silence under this frigid sight.
It freezes my thoughts as it warms my soul,
On this, the edge of winter.