13 Moons Diary

New Moon / Solar Eclipse / Year of the Horse February 17, 2026

She Had Some Horses
Joy Harjo

She had some horses.

She had horses who were bodies of sand.
She had horses who were maps drawn of blood.
She had horses who were skins of ocean water.
She had horses who were the blue air of sky.
She had horses who were fur and teeth.
She had horses who were clay and would break.
She had horses who were splintered red cliff.

She had some horses.

She had horses with eyes of trains.
She had horses with full, brown thighs.
She had horses who laughed too much.
She had horses who threw rocks at glass houses.
She had horses who licked razor blades.

She had some horses.

She had horses who danced in their mother’s arms.
She had horses who thought they were the sun and their bodies shone and burned like stars.
She had horses who waltzed nightly on the moon.
She had horses who were much too shy, and kept quiet in stalls of their own making.

She had some horses.

Image: Eniko Katalin Eged

Full Moon February 1, 2026

Arrival
By sophie strand

Light branches nerve-line through
the high, clean sky. Two crows toss
themselves like so much sand from
an open hand into the windswept river.
somewhere, in the glittering belt
of Cayuga soil that, below our feet,
mirrors the Milky Way,
a seed gets hungry for air.

Today is the beginning of hard work.
There is rock to puncture. Water to suck
from the cracked skin of quartz.

In a matter of says, the ice will relax
and fracture the sidewalk.

Where will I break to grow?

Where, as the earth slackens,
will I raise my new green hand?

Image: Hilma af Klint

Full Moon January 3, 2026

FORGIVENESS
by Maria Popova

May the tide
never tire of its tender toil
how over and over
it forgives the Moon
the daily exile
and returns to turn
mountains into sand
as if to say,
you too can have
this homecoming
you too possess
this elemental power
of turning
the stone in the heart
into golden dust.

Art: Cassandra Courtney, Gold Moon

New Moon December 19, 2025

You, Darkness
By Rainer Maria Rilke

You, darkness, that I come from
I love you more than all the fires
that fence in the world,
for the fire makes a circle of light for everyone
and then no one outside learns of you.

But the darkness pulls in everything-
shapes and fires, animals and myself,
how easily it gathers them! -
powers and people-

and it is possible a great presence is moving near me.

I have faith in nights.

Image: Georgia O’Keefe, Shell and Old Shingle VI