The glorious silver goddess, riding high on the sky. Mysteriously changing, rising, and falling at different times, and startling as she catches our eyes.

She has a profound effect on water, drawing it up through the soil as she waxes, then releasing her grip as she wanes. The tides are under her control, as are the leaves’ sap and the ground water beneath us.

Plants grow in union with the moon. Through the new moon and second quarter, their leaves are stimulated to grow. As she wanes, the energy changes. Leaf growth slows and everything goes down to the plant’s roots.

At the December full moon, every coral ejaculates and releases eggs, in an orgasmic union to perpetuate the species.

Badgers, though. They go shy in too much moonlight. When the moon is new, they cock their legs, marking their territory everywhere with urine, finding mates in the eerie darkness.