Beneath the full strawberry moon so bright,
I stand ripe and ready in silver light.
Heart wide as summer field in bloom,
Juice of wild berries,
Sweetness on my lips with proof.
The crimson moon of fire and tender grace,
Whispers softly through the night's embrace.
You have grown through frost and patient wait,
Now harvest the nectar of your fate.
I breathe in the moonlight's warm,
Glowing stream.
Let it pool like honey berries in a dream.
Filling every cell with gratitude's red fire For courage it takes and the love that inspires With every exhale I release the overripe Heavy fears and sour stories take their flight They fall gently down to the waiting earth Composting into soil for new rebirth No force,
Only trust,
Only ripening true Strawberry moon,
I open to you.
Teach me to savor this sweetness without hold.
Let joy burst open like berries of gold.
Carry this wild,
Juicy aliveness each day in ordinary moments lighting the way.
I am ripe with possibility,
Sweet with self-love,
Abundant and here,
Held by stars above.
Under your luminous,
Radiant grays,
I bloom bolder and dance through my days.
Love deeper,
Live lighter on the earth I roam.
Ripe in your sweetness,
I am home.
Under this strawberry moon,
I pray.
Thank you for this next beautiful day.