Looking out into the spirit of the night
into the power of the moon
I am a crone sitting on the edge
of the moon
I am a woman, embodiment of reception
The Spirit lay before me, lay under me
above and beside
I am wrapped in this strawberry moon
In view of many beauties,
The Medicine Wheel spinning with my dreams,
parts of a rainbow, a journal, a camera
the many moons behind me
and today's moon
for now
My vision is simple, but filled.
