bonneted
by cloud
veiled
by mist
the moon
smiles
her cold
uncomforting
smile
as a
sister of mercy
that is not
departed
or
gone
smiling
relentlessly
upon human
sorry
and
joy
down upon
a
chastened
earth
full ready
for the
lust
and
lore
of
spring
unblinking
she casts
a stare
benign
that
spine chills
to
the
marrowing
core
