The Howling Moon
Clear winter night, no clouds,
perfect for watching the full moon rise.
It’s called the Wolf Moon.
I can see my breath, suspended in air, and
wonder about that name. Do you think
this cold winter moon howls for the many
who shiver tonight?
—
rhymeswithbug 
I think I saw that moon last night. Just the bottom half shining. Very nice poem! Well done!
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Yeah I woke up around 2AM a few days back & thought it was broad daylight out there on the sub-zero snowbound yard. Nice write. Thanks.
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I heard about that Wolf Moon and yes, I think it does howl for the shivering…and the lonely. Lovely write that sets the mood of that moon perfectly.
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The power of the moon….lovely, sparse poem about solitude
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I would say yes, Candy!
❤
David
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I have heard the moon howl … so I believe it’s so.
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A magical moment with Luna. She always makes us wonder. 🙂
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Lovely thoughts, Candy!
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That wolf moon was ever so powerful, and keeps cropping up in people’s poetry: perhaps it was howling for us all…
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