1638 was the last time i saw a total lunar eclipse

i
changed
overnight

vanishing creme
invisible

in my
winter
solstice
sleep
the moon shadows
plucked a string
from my fabric

lashed around the earth
my cashmere
prime meridian

layette
unraveled

frozen milk is fine
for notions

platitudes
lovely
nothing is said
when it is read
real words
those are saved
for the many

there is less light today than any other day of the year

i remember
spring is inevitable

warm boned
green
full of blood

reborn
new
again