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Full Moon Poems for 2022

In 2021 I began to pay attention to the names given to each full moon throughout the year.  In 2022 I decided I would learn them and also write a poem on each full moon... wolf... snow... worm... pink... flower... strawberry... buck... sturgeon... harvest...hunter's...beaver...cold

Photo credit: Lisa Hughes, Harvest Moon, September 2022.

Below you can read the first full moon poem of 2022 for January's Wolf Moon. The full set of these poems appears in 'Vortex Over Wave' which was published in December 2023. The book combines the moon poems with a selection of my #ElasticBandPhotos.


I AM HOWLING TO JANUARY'S WOLF MOON

 

by this I mean I have no words

by this I mean I am too tired to speak

by this I mean I think if I started, I wouldn’t stop

by this I mean there is too much I am holding in

by this I mean I am struggling

by this I mean I need to ask for help

by this I mean I need you to help me

by this I mean please howl at the moon with me

by this I mean I need you not to be scared

 

by this I mean I am terrified.

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