The tired earth shudders to the pulse of war
Twitching in panic to shrill melody
A hideous wind blows up my leggings
My bones know what the blood moon said to me
A pheasant spreads the fertile seeds of hope
The germ of life welcoming sun and rain
Silently creating flowers and fruit
Sweet juices and warm flesh to heal our pain
March 4, 2026
The pheasant appeared in the community garden featured on this site, as I walked through it, grounding myself in the light of the news of global conflict the morning after the blood moon eclipse.