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.