Write about a Hunter’s Moon.
The Hunter's Moon
O the Hunter's Moon is hanging low
The brightest moon of all the fall;
What does it mean, where does it go,
When deep in the valley it calls to all.
The Red Man called you Hunter's Moon
To correspond with the Hunter's Feast;
But before you know it, you're gone too soon,
Leaving a mourning in all the beast.
The myth and lore of your precious light,
Brings you so much closer to the earth;
You give us hope, you give us sight,
At just your size and mighty girth.
You're gone again for one full year,
But the Oak moon will arrive very soon;
You sooth and calm and alleviate fear,
As we wait upon the coldest moon.