Poem: When a Full Moon
When a full moon appears, the night
Is plump and full of good cheer.
People feel blessed by the light and prepare
For the month ahead.
Even if others are skeptical of good
Times seem to justify skeptics for the supply of food is scarce.
Do not moan, do not fret. Good times are still to come.
As aspects of the month become heavy
The yolk is heavy, the child is heavy, the maiden is heavy
The lack of food makes you light.
The hungry lizards and snakes and frogs
You must fend off in the night.
Rise with the orb
Befriend the moon
Even if the snakes bite your heels and pull you down by day
The night is on your side.
Frogs croak, salamanders slither, snakes sleep
You are the king of the night, your vision is bright with me
And the coyote and wolf longingly howl
At your successes.
The owl hoots
Its approval of the month that is upon you.
The blessings will soon flow
With abundance of blue and super and new.
Our moon god says so.