The Moons of 2025: A Poetic Cycle
- Anne Childress
- Nov 29
- 1 min read
The Moons of 2025: A Poetic Cycle
The frosty glass of January's land,
The Wolf Moon rises, spanned by the cold wind.
February's air, where deepest snow it keeps,
The Snow Moon drifts where all the landscape sleeps.
The earth awakens, soft beneath the heel,
The Worm Moon breaks the long winter seal.
Phlox bloom early, a faint, lovely hue,
The Pink Moon glows, beneath the diamond dew.
All of the world in brilliant color clad,
The Flower Moon arrives, joyful and glad.
The shortest night, the sun is high and long,
The Strawberry Moon, a sweet and summer song.
The velvet growth upon the mighty head,
The Buck Moon shines on antlers newly bred.
Great fish were netted when this light did shine,
The Sturgeon Moon, a strong and silent sign.
The closest light to Autumn's turning tide,
The Corn Moon glows, with all the crops inside.
The fields are cleared, no place for prey to hide,
The Hunter's Moon, with purpose, is their guide.
Beavers prepare their lodges for the frost,
The Beaver Moon arrives; the time is not lost.
The long, dark nights have settled on the year,
The Cold Moon hangs, a distant, frozen sphere.
Copyright, Anne Hendricks Childress, M.Ed., 2025, Revelry and Reflections
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