Full Moon

    The Full Moon. Bright beyond belief. I stand on my back porch as She beams down upon me, her silver light dappled through my majestic Willow. The starkness of light and shadow, clear enough to see my world around me. The only sounds are a distant dog yelling at the night, and a nocturnal bird creaking a rhythm from a nearby nest. I let the silver light bathe my face, upturned as if to the sun. There is no warmth, but the radiance warms my soul, nonetheless. I let my hopes, dreams, wishes soar into the heavens, flying on the moon beams as if lifted by a breeze. A glorious night.