Wolf Moon By Lorna Bennett Samatas The Wolf Moon stands guard this winter night I'm beneath her stripped and naked Sleek and silver GRACE and MIGHT Bowing down silently bathing in her light PACING with hunger My passions stirred by free and open space PACIFIED by her presence Worries softening into sweet and tender grace Her steady gaze holds ancient magic Moonbeam BALMS salve my wounds Penetrate like BOMBS into my shadows Clearing space in all my rooms Old longings rise and