The Full Snow Moon
watches over the silent Earth,
wrapped in Winter’s hush.
She does not call for attention,
nor does she demand to be seen—
yet her presence is undeniable,
casting her glow upon the frozen world.
In the quiet of winter, she whispers:
“Strength is not always loud.
It is not the storm, nor the shout.
Sometimes, it is the steady pulse beneath the ice,
the ember buried deep in the snow.”
Then, almost inaudible, she says, “Keep going.”
This is my journey,
Nate Long “Owl”