HOwl

The air was crisp and the bawdy full moon adorned her dress brilliantly across the velvet blanket of sky. The light she cast brought a luminescent blue radiating up from the lingering spring snow and awakened the cry so long repressed. The notes rose to my vocal chords like the rising crescendo of a masterful symphony. No longer worrying about eyes that cast their judgement and cruelty I felt the freedom kiss my face leaving warmth where Ol' jack had pressed his icy lips. I threw my head back exposing my throat to pale light and let loose long histories of sorrow and repression. Every cell resonated with the sound that poured out of me and reminded me of primal energies when the Earth was new born enveloped in the Universe's arms!