Frog Moon + Comfrey

The rain-soaked lichen glows so loudly on the boulders under the full moonlight that I swear I can see it pulsing, hear it breathing. I wouldn’t be surprised if it arose from the stone face and began to dance. It’s hours before dawn, and I am wandering around the garden, pausing at the wood’s edge to stare at the fullness of La Luna. Junipurr is in my p…