Poppy's Moon
Every so often the world weighs me down
And I'll get a message from those not around.
Some call them signs, others say spirit.
Most can be seen, sometimes you hear it.
Like coyotes yipping on a cold starry night
Or that mad little cardinal picking a fight
With the reflection it sees in an old broken mirror,
They're telling me things that cannot be clearer.
There's one that stands out, no real surprise.
When the sun's going down, it starts to rise
Low in the East then moves up above,
It's got many names, but there's one that I love.
Flower and Harvest, Wolf or just Full,
I call it Poppy's; it's bold as a bull.
It comes from a man, his daughter's my wife
And he's making sure we appreciate life.
He's telling my children he'll always be here.
He can light up the night, there's nothing to fear.
He's telling my wife there's no need to cry.
He knows when she needs him, he'll shine in the sky.
Last, he tells me, boy shake off your gloom.
Be there for your family, just like the Moon.
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