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FULL MOON HOLDS JANUARY by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

The Full moon in January calls to my soul with gentle releasingā€¦

She takes my intentions and draws them unto her light as she becomes my compass pulling me out of my dark. She is also called the ā€œWolf Moonā€ as my soul rises with the howl song, a song that rises from deep within me; as we in winter retreat inward to touch the fire that burns within our souls.


Full Moon Holds January

full moon,
holds January-
in its light,
releasing all that is hard-
often regretful,
into the night,
I do not want regret,
to wane against-
my hoping,
for all that pulls-
me down,
I look up at your gleaming.
light around me,
like a compass-
pulling me out,
of my dark.
what restrains us,
tries to stain us-
the humanness of us,
only wants to speak-
of our guilt.
but my soul rises,
with its howl song-
rises with its dance,
rises in the presence-
of winterā€™s soon retreating.
the moon longs to,
touch the breath-
of the sun,
as I desire to reach-
for the fire,
burning within me-
passion touching,
freeing heart-
beckons me,
to be.



Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg is an author and a prolific poetess. She is guided by her inner soulā€™s journey and her empathic musings about life. Maureenā€™s draws from her human experiences, bringing reflective, soulful thoughts of the heart and the shifts in lifeā€™s journey to her poetry. Her most recent work includes her own Facebook page called Heartā€™s Calling where she currently reaches almost 3,000 regular readers. She also has her own website here. She currently hosts a monthly  sacred creative writing circle for women using writing prompts as a means of inner releasing. Maureen has 3 adult children and currently lives in Oak Park, Illinois. She has recently published her first debut poetry book called Seasons of the Soul: Transitions and Shifts of Life which can be purchased here.


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