Grain Moon

low, whispered


where the soil holds the sun to its heart

a cloud quilt

for your gentleness

curled like foxes

I am beginning to feel like a shade no more

carefully rising, the northern spy tree

or three sisters gardens

Ruth St. Denis at Yosemite Valley.

Thank you all so much for checking out the eleventh poem I wrote for my Full Moon Poems series. I can’t believe it’s almost over, or that I’ve been publishing these monthly poems for almost a full year!

Besides the Grain Moon, August’s full moon is sometimes called the Sturgeon Moon, the Corn Moon, or the Red Moon (among many other names).

Tune in next month on the full moon for the final installment of this series. I’m so glad people have been reading and enjoying it. Many, many thanks to you all.

2 thoughts on “Grain Moon

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