Moon Sewn

No hands in the air, high
not without good reason.
I spy a Harvest Moon tonight
largest orb, this summer season.

I have always loved the moon
and her dark cloak of night.
She’s my inspirational muse;
my powerful reflecting light.

For not much more
than thankful words and praise,
she charms and cleanses
my witching tools of trade.

She transforms and reflects
negative ultra-violet rays
gently caressing my waking world.
Harvested, her threads
have sewn me whole.
and open goals of
healing uncurled.

And when I finally
lay me down to sleep,
she stitches a link
with moonbeam thread
and loves me to deep
compassionate dreams.