Rising falling

Full moon.

Light shines down through

Tall trees onto water.

Water sparkles.

Steam and mist rise to meet the moon through the trees.

Smoke rises to meet the moon through the branches

Rays shine out from the full moon's headdress.

Shadows lie sleeping on the ground.

We stand in the middle,

Arms raised to the moon

Eyes filled with the moon

Half our bodies in steaming water

Half our bodies in rising mist

Steam rising and entering our nostrils

Around us frozen trees

Murmur of night sounds

High above us, the frozen planets and cold stars

Among the trees

Are those who have passed,

Loving us

Forgiving us

Blessing us,

Full moon.

Dark shadows.

One life.

By Amber Harvey January 31, 2007