The Wild Moon

Bacchanalia
across night skies
stars falling
and the moon
twisting round

As nocturnal creatures
leave their dens
trekking
through solitary openness

The wild moon
calls
like to like
as the earth
begins the shift
between seasons

And our blood
begins a drumbeat
of anticipation
and change

as life
floods back
from the
longest nights

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