As a Full Cold Moon looms
We search for our snow brooms
Astrologers fix their gaze to the night sky
Because in its splendour, the moon will amaze the eye
It can bring irrational feelings and thoughts
Our emotional outbursts causing hurt like ammo from a slingshot
Coastlines alter as their tide levels rise high
While at this time, myths tell us that fairies cause mischief as they fly
It will be the last of this special moon until next year
The final time, its day side will display itself so clear
Fun poem for a supermoon!
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