The full moon called to me last night, without warning or preparation, as I found myself on an errand and looked up to find her there, low in the sky, dancing with the bare tree limbs of late winter, and playing hide and seek as if it were possible for a full moon to hide in the barren sky of winter. She ducked behind branches, obscured herself in evergreen boughs, but her light shone through it all.
She followed me as I finished my errands, rising and changing from a soft shade of canary to a pale white as the night turned black. I captured her on the rise, when there was still blue in the sky, when a hint of spring rode on the breeze.
This is the Lenten Moon – also called the Worm Moon – and it’s the final full moon of the winter. Another sign of the season of slumber winding down. While this moon was going up, I saw Jupiter and Venus descending in the sky. All this planetary action feels exciting, signaling the earliest shift from winter to spring.
