Ancient Rock

After last night’s snowfall
a cleansing north wind revealed
the moon swollen to
twice its size, or so it seemed,
as if that ancient rock
had cleverly sucked the sun dry.

Hours later, loitering to
greet its pale companion peeking
hesitantly in the east,
that moon, charred into embers,
darkens and shrinks,
a faint smudge so easily erased.

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