Wolf Moon
Wolf moon so bright, blazing tonight
Mystical argentum platter
Come summer days, cloaked in dull haze
Perigee simply won’t matter.
But through the deep chill, sudden the thrill
Of seeing you larger than ever
Over the fields, reflection yields
A sun dance along twelfth of never.
Out there with your mass, you glow like milk glass
As though some great bulb shone from behind
For you’re writing your history, this Friday night’s mystery,
Inscribed for all time on my mind.
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