full moon dancing~

“There are nights when the wolves are silent

 and only the moon howls.”

George Carlin

one clear sky

paving the way

for one january full moon



it was as if she was calling

to each who would lend an ear

her light

gleaming through the window of mine

drew me near

i had almost forgotten that she was here this day

as i was busily hurrying about

though she had not given up

 her light kept calling

waiting for me to come out for a visit

there is nothing quite like

stepping out into the dark of night

pearing up

and seeing her all a~glow

~sigh~

and so it was

a piece of quiet time well spent

and blessings at hand

a class was soon to begin

{with all that happened last year...dancing came to an abrupt end

so my love surprised me once more with lessons just for me}