Under a gibbous moon
A February snow falls heavy
Reminding me of what’s happening all around
Under a gibbous moon
The cold has returned
In more ways than one

Under a gibbous moon
I feel fear, anger and frustration
As this country slowly, painfully
Tears itself apart
In its various and complex polarizations
Where no side gives an inch now

Under a gibbous moon
I am still hopeful
Being Canadians, we always find a way
Whether in compromise or backlash
That day will surely come

Under a gibbous moon
That soon turns full





Poem and photo © February 13, 2020

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02/13/2020

Posted on 02/13/2020
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