Wolf Moon

 

Slow is the night stretching out before my blue eyes

The lily is gasping as she swallows the light

And softly, so softly, I tip-toe into the snow

In search of the wolf moon to soothe my soul

 

Lost little girl deep in the woods

Finds friendship and peace beneath the old wisened tree

Whispering winds caressing the back of her knees

 

Wolf moon, oh, wolf moon!

Can you see me?

Wilting and wasting and whittling away

Hiding my heart in the temple of doom

 

Please let me sit in the crook of your arm

We can dance through the clouds

And play heavenly music

As we pluck all the stars

 

I come with the innocence of the new virgin day

Unfettered, unarmed, and enamoured with you

Anticipating nothing but wanting it all

Wolf moon, oh, wolf moon, please heed my call!

 

I bring foxgloves, primroses, and hair of the bear

I offer you loyalty, love, and the last of my years

Throw me a rope so I can climb into your chest

 

Wolf moon, oh, wolf moon!

Let’s run away

Make me your muse

For the rest of my days.

Clare Kinnaird, 2025.