POETRY

Beaver Moon

For the long loud slap of full moon light

digital photo by author (with some lens phenomenon that caused TWO moons to appear)

Full moon askance in a sky full of lace
as if she drew night’s garment
to her chin to sashay through the hours
throwing a shoulder
that grows colder
toward our window

We light the fire
We huddle ‘round

I am a bit late publishing this — but still I can’t help myself writing about the full moon each month. I’ve written about the Beaver Moon here at least once before:

Beaver Moon

The photo is a result of me playing with a new-to-me telephoto lens on my digital camera. It didn’t work out quite how I’d planned. Maybe one day I’ll look into astrophotography a bit more closely.

Thank you for reading!