wolfmoon you

just beyond
broken hand shores
i twilight kissed
wolfmoon you
my living sighs
pouring rain

moon, my love

we were madness
-- that much recalled

feathered and furred
interred in dirt
waiting mandrake days
in the company of
grandfather red
who spotted his white
shadows in night

i howled back then
i am sure
head back, spellbound
naked and savage
painted near black
with woad

sometimes still calling
i drift eyes skyward
hoping to capture your
manic glow

beyond nine crests coming

hunting under new moon
ghost-wandering the
tortoise shell
understone
you & me
fractured by light
beating boneheart
while rending skies
with spears

her
shadow
song
rides western
winds

badger moon fades

silver-hand
raises high
dawnblade
cutting mists
eyes ripped open

Bashō poem

there is nothing that you can see that is not a flower
there is nothing you can think that is not the moon
Bashō