Native Americans had names for most full moons. The first full moon in January was called the Wolf Moon.

The Wolf Moon in Galena was beautiful.
I sat in the dark and stared out the window as hubby slept. It was like a bright lantern in the sky illuminating the dark bare woods. 
The woods didn't look so dense in this wash of light. I hoped I would see deer strolling in this heavenly light...but no not a one.
The night was a still as death.
 Death. I have dreamdt of death lately and it sort of haunts me. Grief in me has gained a comfortable numbness...it abides in a quiet place...deep dark quiet... like these woods.
But this wolf moon has stirred something very deep. They say the wolf moon is a time for a gathering of family...hungry wolves howled at night..food scarce they depended on each other for survival.

This was a time for me for silence
for sitting by the fire of myself
as winter howled around me and in me...
The first full moon of January is also called Cold moon, quiet moon, snow moon
yes,all of that

I guess it wasn't  the moon
but the woods..the laid bare woods
empty woods
Empty....what a powerful word

 Food for our souls and beings
 is scare in the time of deep winter
 Family is so important
for us humans also

Let's howl
let's howl at the moon
watch our breath drift upward