Moon Phased

 

i.

to shoot for the moon

and to land

among the stars,

isn’t a bad thing, darling,

just keep believing

in yourself.

ii.

song of the wolves

under a silver light,

hugging packs together-

with family

the biggest priority.

iii.

rummaging for food

becomes a task of

finding life within

fresh dust ashes.

iv.

frozen remains

solid as a rock,

trying to push through

bringing life with it,

and colour

to a world grey-washed.

v.

a pink moon

to bring out flowers,

and hues of cherry blossom

short-lived, a trait

the moon knows so well.

vi.

midnight garden

blooms under moonlight only,

in hues of sapphire,

onyx, violet and opal-

coming together

home of fireflies.

vii.

strawberry harvest

found within cotton,

hues of rose and magenta

warming

the night creatures soul.

viii.

thunderous booms

ring out among

the skies, as Thor

raises his hammer,

pale white rays guide

where lightning should hit.

ix.

hues of wrath

shine bright this month,

the colour of blood

reminds of a history

when things weren’t so happy-

and the souls of the fallen

are raised high tonight.

x.

shades of tangerine

guide the ancestors of natives

to collect the harvest,

to the lullaby of

crickets and songs of olde.

xi.

chasing the hunt,

guided by moonlight

running barefoot

within the woods, one

with nature.

xii.

a frost begins to set in

crystalized dew,

marking the beginning

of death,

a kiss to linger

for warmth.

xiii.

temperatures drop

like prom dresses

of those eager to grow up,

and frost continues

to bite at skin revealed

like the annoyance of mosquitos.

xiv.

a rarity,

like a gem

in a coal mine

to be adored by those

who could only hope

to obtain

something equal

in it’s beauty.

xv.

sometimes,

all you need

is to just gaze out

at the full moon-

where wishes are made

as we shoot for them

like shooting stars.