August Full Moon Sonnet

Hail, lady Moon, when hornet constructs nest,
and crows in playful murders practice flight.
Apple ripens her annual bequest;
vulture circles on waves of heat and light,
since deer tick gluttons on burglarized blood,
and sunny and bullfrog corpses lack eyes.
Garter snake slithers on almost-dry mud,
gorging on toad much too large to be wise.
Now first maples burn gold and vermillion,
as new-chilled ground water tangles with roots.
Now berries burst on painted trillium,
as in a lapis twilight, barn owl hoots.
Now earth knows the bite of starvation’s pain:
garden and meadow wilt from lack of rain.

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