~ Moon Fire ~
de Luna climbs up
majestic fir brows
one rung at a time
to feel the shiver
of winter breeze
tickle higher
than treetops reach
.
where moonbeams
know the meaning
the shadows cast
upon the open palms
of nature’s hands
her halo encircles
a shapeless luster
beyond
the faint whispers
in northern skies
wishing on
the nearest stars,
set ablaze
a smoldering heart
grown cold
as ...
the last winter moon
full and bright
wild is the wind © 2.22.2016
Fuego de Luna ~ Moon Fire
is a moment framed,
looking out my bedroom window
into the forest,
the final full moon rise
of winter
mesmerizing with a dreamful verve
percolating mercilessly within insomnia