Poetry: The Moon

The Moon

Hey there, moon child,

there you go again,

changing the tides.

Light bounces off your

face and the sun gives

chase. An old coyote

howls from treeline,

“The moon, the moon!

Goddess of slow change!”

Look down and see the

wonderland you have

made the night into.

A/N: Happy birthday to a dear friend. Stay wild.