Evening sky the hue of baby’s skin,
slowly turned to a shade of blue grey
yet twas gentle on the eyes.
The moon rose quickly, nearly full
though clouds swirled attempting
to veil its lunar beauty.
Crème in colour, its outline fading
swept by a brush fading into the night sky
as it subdued the moon.
Crisscrossed silver threads,
surrounded in a barbed softness
binding one so tightly.
Is it bound, struggling to break free
from the grasp of mere clouds
easily torn and shredded?
Or is it merely stretching, preparing
for its glowing arrival
to shine upon us on the morrow.
January 11 brings us the Ice Full Moon. Rather fitting in this bone chilling cold, as it makes its presence known when snow crunches under each step. It is the largest of the full moons this year and I for one will be waiting and watching even if it’s just to wave at that man in the moon .....