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We surrender to the full Sturgeon Moon
Providing offerings and hopes in the form of manifestations
August brings memories of camp fires and laughs
Smoke fills the open air and purges our negative thoughts
In nature, we seldom feel lost
The water rushes down the stream
Taking with it anything not rooted down
Fish break the surface and disappear again
The trees breathe and we feel it too
Darkness is ever lasting but the stars light our way
The wind grabs a hold of you and doesn’t want to let go
The grass whispers with the voices of our ancestors
I shudder even in the warmth of the night
Because I still remember your lips on mine before the storm came
We walk barefoot through the moss floored forest
The last bit of summer when all things ripen
Fragrant wild mint
Blueberries ready for picking
The night seems to last an eternity
Summer is but a waking dream
After each full moon, we are cleansed
Reborn with new purpose
About the Creator
Erin Barteski
The Stories We Tell Ourselves
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