Aquarian

This month of swollen hands 

Cupping shivered breath 

Its days exalt the harbinger 

bearing its waters of destruction; 

His misty-winded cry, 

Greets great vaulted Grecian skies 

And into his age of birth, 

The-Great-One commandeers our nights. 

His pitcher poured its water 

His river tugs Terra's hand, 

Her soil on guard by old man winter 

But his warnings flood without passage. 

Raising to his rule, 

Under the watchful eyes of Apollo.

His beginning & his end:

A place where gloom awaits the rowers.