Three glorious nights, though the true bloom is but a few seconds
Full moon graces our heavens making everything magical
For three nights, that is what the scientist reckons.
We all fall under the full moons’ spell it is magical.
Pulling on the seas and oceans
If, ware wolves do exists the full moon touches them
Beast and man alike feeling your touch as emotions
Rejoice the last full moon of winter is with us again.
Through the ages man has looked to the moon in awe
He has painted pictures of it’s glory
Told tales and written music to celebrate it’s lore
Wrote in poems and prose it’s story.
This is another poem for “fullmoonsocial”