Hopscotch between moon shadows / by Zander Ford

Moon rips open

Emerald forest crowns

Slashing their furry black

Night

With

White Blades by the thousands

Piercing eager Earthen needled floor


Soft footsteps dance between

The shadows that dare remain

Aligning paw, upon paw

Until no more hopscotch

Moon-stones appear


And

the dance

stops


Until the next

Full lunar womanhood

descends upon man


And

his blessing

Is hers