blood moon

Crow arguing with
The blackbirds

We are lost at sea

At play were the elements
Fire conversing with tree

The boats on the water
At harbor
Buoyed and bobbed
In tumultuous wake

In the wind all
The church steeples bent
Over backwards not wanting 
To break

Coyotes and witches
All cackled and howled
At a bloody full moon

A mischievous
Handkerchief wove from
Unwilling Gossamer:
Unspun cocoon