How about it, poets? Ready to write some moon haibun? Feel free to take yours in whatever direction inspires you: just allude to the Floral Moon.
A full moon casts shadows in the woods after midnight. Once stealthy creatures move without hesitation expecting to cast their own shadows to startle prey into straightforward pursuit. The Floral Moon welcomes the beauty and bounty of springtime during the briefest of annual dances with darkness. A bustling dynamic erupts intentionally and recklessly. This seasonal awakening of the forest -a withholding of sleep- invigorates all things wild.
Once the Floral Moon rises
Vigor haunts the night