supermoon.

tidal waves?
earthquakes?
volcanic eruptions?
land-mass shifts?
werewolves?!
wait...
werewolves?
yep.
supermoon means super wolfen transformation.
man oh man,
there are nothing but shapeshifts scheduled for tonight.
the inner spring feverish vernal equinox shockwave
explosions of melting magic and skin-shedding sweetness.
what-whaaaaaaat?!
it's true, duders.
the warm weather has heated-up the snow-covered surfaces,
slicked 'em up with watery mudslides,
and made it possible to see soil in patches
between the banks of blarpity half-hardened brown ice.
there are bear tracks near the compost.
crows eating breadcrumbs, a la hansel and gretel,
and our indoor overwintering plants are budding like crazy.
it must be time for the big spring-board jump-off.
holy sh!t.
it's already time.
and in the meantime,
the supermoon has it's powerful polarity poking about,
and it's luminous laviscious lasciviousness lavishing it's
lit-up luxury on our crowns and napes.
i can feel the follicles alternately falling out and bristling, neighbors.
in fact,
there is substantially less time available for typing,
as the moon and it's pursuant pleasures illuminate my evening.
warrior werewolfen poetry, my ninjas.
it unfolds and envelopes...
go figure;
never quiet, never soft.....