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
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.