Eclipse: A Full Moon Poem 🌑
This is both a poem, and a Full Moon reading.
Mud rests, abbetted.. Speaking slow to grow and prosper I won’t miss the mile-mark – I travel on caterpillar’s feet, But stand safely inside a chimneys nest Still, naturally, I chase the wind again – How can it be, world? So many lost cause tributes, carefully left in a snowbank But there’s still Quartz-hot warmth for fun – Its better to remember… For now