A new bright day,
and new full moon,
to make a bright night,
fairies dance on crystalline grass
solidifying ice patch,
and grey mushrooms tower high.
Soon, it will be spring,
and will the spirit be so tall,
of course, and the height is right,
is fortune and necessity,
is hope from decay, strength from
composting misery, is the will’s
decision to not only perceive,
but to affix, aspire, and assume beauty.