Days before Snow

In the great early morning dark

Full moon suspends, wane

Portending gibbous.

Four elements scramble 

For the balance that once was

Just as sure as cranes landing

On the braided river.

Wisdom and continuity

Don't come cheap, and

What seem like just some

Small prices paid 

Might become unbearable.

All the night solitude hummed, 

You looked at the vast sky

Thinking of all the 

Crossers of the borderlands,

Their tears watering the ancient

Ground of being,

Now you wrest uncertain words 

As a new day arrives. 

There will be 

Fog floating across that

Ushering moon, and 

You promise to keep trying

Even though 

You will be gone before

You'll know.