'tis the night before Full Moon

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Late winter, the night before Full Moon, it’s 2.41am,

the sky’s as brightly lit as by the sun, at noon, mid-Summer,

only the brightest of bright stars grace this time with the moon

and when the wind doesn’t rattle the leaves in the trees

carrying with it the salty air from the ocean,

the waves reach for me, crash through me,

before the night drifts back into silence

and fluffy white clouds drift across a cold, lonely sky

to the clicking, it’s the rain song, of those tiny little frogs…