December 3rd super-moon rising on Hoffman street,
In ember blurred where clouds and branches greet.
Tangled trees explode in light angled strewn in sleet,
Lore says a Cold Moon is the spangled night we meet.
In ember blurred where clouds and branches greet.
Tangled trees explode in light angled strewn in sleet,
Lore says a Cold Moon is the spangled night we meet.