Wolf Moon
Form: Sonnet
Amid the cold and icy winds of snow
their hunger howls outside where prey is short
the hunters call to the moon for support,
as packs still gather in her lunar glow.
In depths of Winter when the winds still blow
my Celtic kin revel as gods' consort
around the fires of ancient tribal court
with wine and song their stories freely flow.
So shines the Full Wolf Moon across the sky
to light the Hunters' path as witches fly
The answer sought when howling their lament.
when first full Moon each year is gleaming high
the wheel is turning from the Winter's cry
and Spring shall bring an ease to its torment
©JezzieG2010
A Garret Poet 
Definitely gave me that crisp autumn air feel
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