Goodnight Wolf Moon

by Brian Theoret

I could see the skeletal shadow of the trees tonight

As the moon shone with an awesome air of light so bright.

Reflecting off the snow the dark hue shone through

Moving, swaying like waltzing crooked fingers urging you to come closer.

Drifts of snow shifted under the weight of the wind

While the light wanes and fades into black.

A pine bough lopped from the main branch

Dragged through the snow

Leaving green prickly bread crumbs 

Almost begging for new life as a wreath.

Bedtime calls when the moon is at its summit

Drawing the covers up to your chin like the water to the shore.

Goodnight wolf moon.

Photo Credits: “Moon Shadows” by Arild Heitmann