13 Full Moons Poem by David Lawrence

across bitter night-
a she-wolf howls
mournful, hungry

an angry sky
icy fingers-
envelop the mountains

under crisp moonlight
freed rivers run-
waterfalls rage

under thawed earth
a tiny seed stirs-
hearing Selene's call

blinding Dian-
two hares frolic
thinking it is day

entwined and rhythmic,
he sighs,
she moans

shards of moonlight-
captured in a jar
once used for honey

sunflowers and corn-
moonlit in silver
stretching into infinity

bright, rusty orb
low hanging giant-
reap into the night

a chill wind...
sweeps dead leaves
into lengthened night

heavy white sheets fall
ebon against the Moon-
silently

strong steady Oak
looks to Luna with hope-
shivering

toasted with wine
treasured rarity
the gift of time