Thank You Spirit Moon
Ojibwe tribe is in awe of the spirit moon
She brings a swift coldness to the atmosphere
Showing her reverence for a wintery mix.
Cree call her frost exploding moon,
in honor of the tree crackling sounds of Canada
Her bright roundness announces icicles and snow
Luna keeps her far side hidden, an illusion of secret
Showing us her full wolf moon, the one we howl for
Changing our moods in mercurial ways
I stare at her from the safety of my home
Wind chill here is minus eight below zero.
Thank you spirit moon, I say, admiring her frost.
Her gorgeousness brings blackness to the sky
Dwarfing the beauty of the constellations
Obliterating them. I feel Native American around her.
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