Isn't She Lovely Moon: One Squirrely Esbat & Some Visual Poetry

Ms. Luna, gaining.

Moving. 
Again.
It is what we do.

To the North!
It makes for pandemonium of various sorts.
It made for a squirrely Esbat.

Poetry?
Out the window! 
Save for the sheer poetry of the skies She inhabits:

And the poetry of Her rare dance with the Sun,
when They share that same sky,
over our beloved Breakfast Canyon:

Moon & Sun over Breakfast Canyon.

And the poetry that is Her body,
swelling in the daylight
clear & cool:

Swelling in the daylight.

She peeked through the cloudy veil,
to find our offerings.
Butter coconut cookies & a lemon lychee vodka with soda & a twist of lime.

I stood at the fence & tried to sing like Mira Billotte
to a five equine audience
while the boys kicked a soccer ball across the darkness.

Heading back indoors for sleep after such a busy day 
of preparations
& more preparations...

We discover that our offerings have been accepted,
by two greedy horses
who hang over the fence, jockeying for more.

Hubby shrugs & says,
"Hey, however She wants it."
I say, "Yep. But those horses can't have any more vodka."

Blessings to you this Esbat, my friends.