The Moon – for Dverse

She might bring eggs

Or flowers. Or

Come trailing wolves;

Tiptoeing milk

Maid or striding

Golden hunter.

She might double

Your money, or

Leave you raving,

Wits whisked away.

She might lead you

Home, bobbing by

Your side, like a

Silver bubble.

 

This is a poem for dVerse. I love the different names of the full moon through the year, though we only really remember the harvest moon these days.

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