The Beaver Moon woke me up this night,
to announce its glory.
It casted a halo, large and bright.
The entire dark became light.
The dogs howled and the wolves did too.
The dead turned over and the hours stopped.
Rest is not permitted. You must be awake.
Open your weary eyes, and set your heart on still.
The Beaver Moon is here to take its take.
In the morning the sky grows pink after the moon does set.
It’s a hue of the sky’s night. It feels like tears and the ground is wet.
I tried to capture the colors, orange, pink, and blue.
The entire world outside my little window now,
All hail to the rise and fall of the Beaver Moon.