A waning moon at daybreak
awakens, slips sleepily over the horizon
begins her transit when the day is new
left our nighttime dreams unilluminated.
it’s only a phase
soon enough she will wax
full over the horizon before
brother sun has bid goodnight
and fill our dreams with amazing stories.
“A Waning Moon at Daybreak” poem in progress © Bernadette E. Kazmarski
I first posted this with my daily photo on my photo blog Today and knew I’d end up drafting a poem. I began the draft there, and shared it above. We’ll see how it works out in the next few weeks or months.
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