Through The Trees

A haiku will not suffice, describing my full moon view

One January evening stroll

In Fall River's historic charm

To stop. To pause. To peer through trees

Without her beloved leaves

Wolf Full Moon shone on me; a window without glass

Mystifying magnetic moon

Opened a portal, compelling me to step in

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Not a wolf howled at me; it was my inner voice

My higher self, a friend, not foe

A friend I oft ignore

Championing me: Step up to the plate

Take life by its reins

No more sideline sitting

Watching doors swing shut

Sulk or survive; cosmic reset is my choice

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Can't see the forest for the trees, yet I see the moon

A light chuckle, sigh, a near cry

Nippy air confirms what bites

Bitten me, wolf moon sinks in-

Reflect. Release. Renew

Beyond the surface masks I wear

New Eyes. New Doors. New Pack

Faith forward is my magick; lone casting of a rune

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Author's note: Although cutting it kind of close, this is my entry in Mike's unofficial January Dollar Prompt.

I chose a photo I captured while observing the Wolf Full Moon earlier this month and thought of the viewing experience through barren trees, likened to a portal or door.