Snow Moon’s upon us it’s that time of year
In ancient times they may have some fear
To find the food was far from sure
The Hunger Moon; food, it’s hard to secure
Woodpeckers, beavers, and bears, they are out
It’s that time of year when they rustle about
Snow covered ground it’s deeper and how
I need some food and I need it right now
The many Moon names it depends on whom
If I had a vote I’d call it Rest Moon
Whatever you call it it’s out there this day
I’m gonna take rest and that’s all I’ll say