August Full Moon Sonnet

Hail, lady Moon, lustrous pearl on gray slate,
when cloud and twilight shades go scudding by.
Though forest still resounds to robin’s cry,
earth finds limits on what it can create:
each wild bloom now droops with summer’s weight.
Fox kits find mother a less firm ally.
Cumulus float with cloud hand through the sky,
tacking right when storms so swiftly abate.
Tamarack, pine, cypress and birch rustle.
Berries on juniper bobble in breeze.
Red squirrel climbs up, and runs down again,
carrying tidings of worldly bustle
from well-planted roots to shimmering leaves,
bespeaking both eagle and sweet-voiced wren.

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