I’ve been looking all night,
the way the sky turns
a crystal clear arctic landscape,
a frozen anatomy of
our coldest time of year,
when one could walk naked into the element
and a soft smothering of hypothermia
might bring on a quiet
a slow departure falling into fantasy
the womb of mother nature
in safe and cradled arms
underneath the blue moon,
but time is of the essence
for the rage of night fall will bring upon us all
the wolf blood moon,
and that symbolic rage
would certain find our
lonely wander.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
