The full moon dances with clouds
Its beams tickle my eyes
Lightning flashes,
prepare to be startled,
yet no thunder follows
Rains cleanse November’s wrath
washing away an angsty month.
The angels are called
11 11 11 over and over and over
270, we pray
December you are here!
Please fill us with love and good cheer
Yet darkness holds its cool embrace.
Covid sneaks in
and inward we face.
Take cover, the womb beckons
We turn in, brightness hiding
Gather in the center
Stoke the small fire
Tend to the soul's blessings
Receive, allow, enfold
Tuck in, await the return
Vermont
Its beams tickle my eyes
Lightning flashes,
prepare to be startled,
yet no thunder follows
Rains cleanse November’s wrath
washing away an angsty month.
The angels are called
11 11 11 over and over and over
270, we pray
December you are here!
Please fill us with love and good cheer
Yet darkness holds its cool embrace.
Covid sneaks in
and inward we face.
Take cover, the womb beckons
We turn in, brightness hiding
Gather in the center
Stoke the small fire
Tend to the soul's blessings
Receive, allow, enfold
Tuck in, await the return
Vermont