Hunter’s Moon

Part 10 of the Moon Series

Hunter’s Moon (Hayes)

Spirits get restless
in the shadow
of a Hunter’s Moon,
air is clear,
colours crisp,
redolent of Autumn’s
calm decay,
one year to the day
when I found you
and all life changed
for you, me and everyone
we ever knew.
Samhain can never
be the same
when you’re here,
never there,
nor here,
an absent presence,
present absence.