Wolf Moon Mystique

 

 Wolf Moon Mystique

The Wolf Moon is shining in the January sky.

A few ragged clouds are drifting by.

The stars are drowned in the Wolf Moon glow

In the hollow I hear the cold wind blow.

I see the moon as old as time

Shining down bright right into my mind

I wonder at the things it has seen

Illuminated in its misty sheen

There is no age that has come and gone

That the moon did not see from its frigid home

 

Down by the creek an old owl hoots

Across the sky a falling star shoots

The coyotes howl and yip below

Hunting in the night by the Wolf Moon glow.

I see the moon and feel its mystique

Calling my soul to venture and seek

Something my mind cannot quite define

Something my ancestors lost in time

I know this Moon will fade and be gone

But the desire to wander goes on and on.

 

©James L Frady  January 5, 2023