It’s the full Cold Moon tonight

She is fat with the satisfaction of her cold light.
She is fecund with frosty happiness.
The clouds are slips of lace, mere lingerie,
and the night watches transfixed as she lets them drift away.
She pulls the night in closer,
as if he is the tide at her command.
And in a way he is, this lover of hers
who is always with her —
and stirs her darker side.
The moan that she rouses in him
is the true origin
of the first wolf’s howl
and in this way too they are always paired.
Longing made manifest
in the soul song of one of earth’s best creatures
is their gift to each other–
that and their child
that they both dote on
known as Lunacy.
The light and the dark and the passion make
a beautiful sorcery.
— Annette Marie Hyder