A Blessing to the Full Moon - by Quietfire
And here under the gorgeous halo moon
I walk and stroll and sit and stare
I worship all that is within and around me here.When the coyote stumbles through the brush
And makes me afraid, makes me shiver.
She goes to bid her lover, “Come near.”I recall when this place was graced in white.
When the falling flakes blinded me,
That was just a month ago.Have you ever sucked from the fir’s branches Snow?
I think of it, in my special way, as tender Felatio.
Yes, I have frolicked with The Lord, and His Lady.And now when I sit under the blinding halo moon
When She assures that She alone is seen,
Wrapped in delicate swath of stratus crystals,
And when I have her very attention
And when She has me mesmerized
A fearsome crackling, a gentle stepping
From the trees it comes walking.
Again the owl calls, the coyote replies,
And her mate gives his answer,
Too close for my comfort…This is my home; I heed the forest’s call.
Down, down it beckons me.
“Come down to the woodland’s maturity.
Come to the shadows and the mystery.”I do think, in my very humble way, that
With the Gods’ I do play.
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