Its my birthday and a Wolf moon night too:
the January moon is howling deeply,
darkly brooding but brightness is awake,
alive, aware, eyes wide closed looking
at inner hearts soulful shedding its caterpillar sorry split skin and insight can almost see mind's moon moth wings beating to the broken hearts bleats while wolves wash with silent siren songs: starry skies crystal clear resounding with catharsis calling in a Kulning cattle shrill singing for Winter's wane to quicken, so Spring can come, so Spring springs again
at 02:57
- CountVlad, AndSheCame and petegutz2 like this
