Ohhh, To Be In The Misty Depths Of A Wonderess Pine Forest In The Pacific Northwest. 🖤

Full Moon Night ( Poetry No.1 )

The gleaming full moon.

Full of enchantment and delight.

A mysterious world shrouded in the iridescent, enthrall midnight.

A world full of distance howls carried through the briskly coolness when dusk sets.

Hoots and chirps of those who soar like falling stars through the clouds returning home to a heavenly delight.

A soft, but mysterious serene glow arises over the once black home to the many creatures of nightly magic.

An invite to all who seek its comfort within it's lighted, midnight shroud.

The soft gurgle of a mountain stream accompanied by a pine song, caused by the creaks and whistles of the trees sitting perched before and on the mighty fronts and crevices of the gray form.

The whispers form a soft mourning lullaby, when the bright lights of colorful dawn rise from the gray, rocky mountains.

The mysterious comfort of the moon dressed night has gone as another welcome to almost inescapable break of day.

But, it won't be gone forever.

For soon, it would be shrouded in the ever welcome nightly, star-dotted shroud.

For soon; it will be a full moon night again.